The motion made Verdia's curves even more pronounced. There was a magical effect as they jiggled. Verdia was already pulling at his waistband, her fingers fumbling with the laces of his trousers, while Reinhardt cupped her breasts through the dress, thumbing her nipples until they pebbled under his touch.
Before long, they were a tangle of limbs on top of the mattress. The skirt of Verdia's dress rode up to her waist, exposing the lace that barely covered her. Reinhardt pulled the fabric aside and slid a hand between her thighs.
She was wet, soaking, actually. The heat of her made his fingers feel as if they'd been dipped in warm oil.
"Aaang… Uhnnn…"
The touch caused her breathing to hitch. She grabbed his hand and pushed it deeper, as if not wanting it to come out of her panties.
"Oh, yes."
