Midnight Cravings: Steamy Erotic Stories
Naked, flushed, trembling in lace that exposed everything.
Denied.
And burning.
The air felt thicker now. Almost wet.
Linda stood perfectly still, the straps of the crotchless panties cutting sharp lines into the softness of her hips, her heavy breasts hanging bare and flushed, nipples still hard with unspent hunger. Her thighs glistened faintly at the crease not from sweat.
From want.
From denial.
From her.
Tina exhaled, slow and measured, the heat of it grazing Linda's cheek like a teasing breath.