đź’ś Nicole
The groan from him as he took in the sight of my wet panties was enough to make me wetter. The sound was a low, desperate admission of his lost control. I pressed my finger gently through my panties, the heat of the friction a sharp contrast to the cold air, and my body grew hot as I imagined him sliding his hand up my bare legs and into me.
We didn't break eye contact, and though he remained rooted to the spot, every muscle locked in a terrifying battle, his eyes spoke volumes. I wanted to tease him, tell him he definitely enjoyed watching, but I couldn't even form the words. All I could see and feel was the high sexual tension between us. The way my pussy clenched from him just looking at me was agony.
