"Nnngh—! M-Master…!" Margaret's voice cracked, her body shuddering violently as her pussy clenched around nothing, her juices already dripping down her trembling thighs.
"P-Please, I—I can't—! It's too much…!" she whimpered, her face burning crimson, but her hips betrayed her, arching into me with desperate need.
"Good," I rumbled, my voice a dark purr as my fingers hooked into the lace of her panties, dragging them down her thighs with a slow, deliberate tug. The cool air kissed her exposed, glistening folds, making her gasp.
"Because I love seeing you like this—so wet, so needy, so ashamed." My palm cracked against her ass again—SMACK—the sharp sound echoing as her body jolted, a broken cry tearing from her lips. "Look at you, dripping for me already."
