I dragged her skirt back up inch by torturous inch, the soft fabric scraping over her flushed, oversensitive thighs like a slow, deliberate tease. When it finally snapped tight around her hips again, the hem rode so high it barely kissed the lower curve of her ass cheeks—leaving her completely exposed if she bent even slightly.
No thong anymore. Just my cum-soaked panties wadded brutally deep in her asshole, stretching her open, plugging every drop inside her greedy, spasming hole.
Her blouse I fastened carelessly—two buttons done, the rest forgotten. The thin silk framed her swollen, bite-bruised tits like obscene gift-wrapping; her dark areolas peeked shamelessly at the edges, nipples still stiff and angry-red, tenting the fabric with every shaky breath.
