Without breaking eye contact, Mika murmured,
"I'll have to take the fabric under as well. They'll just get in the way...and soaked."
He paused, adding politely,
"Excuse me."
His gloved hands moved with care, fingers latching onto the waistband of both her underwear and stockings at once.
He pulled gently, slowly and Fiona, mortified, instinctively lifted her hips just enough to allow it, her butt raising off the bed in a flush of embarrassment.
Inch by inch, the fabric slid down, revealing her long, shapely legs and those thick, plump, creamy thighs—devilishly soft and inviting for someone sworn to chastity.
Finally, as the garments were set aside, her most intimate area was bared, though partially obscured by the robe's edge at first.
Her pussy, flushed a deep red from the aphrodisiac coursing through her veins, glistened obscenely, already so seeping wet that trails of arousal dripped down onto the sheets below.
Fiona's eyes squeezed shut for a moment before she stammered.
