Lor's fingers moved slowly, the cool mint oil slicking every inch of Sophia's trembling skin as he slid down past her navel and into the waistband of her pale pink cotton panties, the fabric damp with her arousal.
She gasped the moment his fingertips brushed the heat of her soaked folds—swollen, trembling, sensitive, her pussy dripping with need.
"Lor…" she breathed, her voice caught between panic and craving, her blue eyes wide, her blonde twin tails swaying as her petite frame tensed, her small breasts heaving under the open air, nipples hard and pink.
But he only leaned closer, his other hand still gently kneading her breast, thumb circling her nipple with slow reverence, the mint oil tingling against her skin.
"This," he murmured, his breath warm against her cheek, his hazel eyes soft but hungry, "is me being grateful."
His fingers dipped lower, parting her wet lips gently, feeling just how slick she was—pulsing, dripping, her pussy clenching at the lightest touch.
