SHATTERED AND TEMPTED
The movement dragged my swollen clit along the hard ridge of his cock through his joggers and I gasped
Steve felt it. His grip tightened.
“Fuck,” he muttered against my throat. “I can smell how wet you are.
One of his hands slid between us.
Fingers hooked into the side of my panties — tugged them roughly to the side
He didn’t touch me yet.
Just held me there — open, aching, dripping — while he looked down between our bodies.
“Look at you,” he rasped. “Fucking glistening. Running down your thighs already.”
He dragged one thick finger along my slit — slow — collecting wetness, spreading it. When he circled my clit — feather-light — my whole body jerked like I’d been shocked.