Lor slid his other hand lower, past the curve of her hip, his fingers brushing the damp heat between her thighs through the thin fabric of her panties.
Eva moaned into his mouth, a desperate, muffled sound, her legs trembling as she pressed herself against his palm, seeking more.
The fabric was slick, clinging to her folds, and he could feel the heat radiating from her, the pulse of her arousal matching his own.
She retaliated, her fingers sliding down his stomach, tracing the line of muscle there with a tentative touch that grew bolder with every second.
Her hand brushed his bulge, hesitant at first, then firmer as she rubbed him through the briefs, her palm pressing against the hard length of him.
Lor groaned louder, his hips grinding against her hand, the friction sending sparks through his veins, his cock throbbing with need.
The air was thick with their panting, their bodies pressed close, heat radiating between them like a furnace.
