Romance in The Mansion
The pretty girl retaliated by grinding down harder, her hand slipping beneath the waistband of Mira’s shorts, fingers tracing the damp heat through her panties.
“Fuck, Mira,” Lena breathed, “you’re soaked already.”
Mira could only nod, biting her lip as the girl pushed the fabric aside and slid one finger along her slick folds,”
Aaron's voice, cut through the air.
“Mira… what’s going on?”
Mira’s heart slammed against her ribs, a wild mix of shock and lingering arousal flooding her veins. The pretty girl's fingers were still inside her, unmoving now, but the fullness kept her body humming on that razor’s edge.