His Plaything
She whimpered when I squeezed her ass, helping my conquest by forcing her trousers down.
I pried her buckled legs apart, two fingers tracing along her inner thighs, parting them, feeling the heat of her through the thin fabric of her panties. God, she was so wet. I pushed the obstruction aside, my fingers exploring, spreading those wet folds like I was parting the Red Sea until I finally found my mark.