Elaine's fingers dipped lower, brushing the damp lace beneath, drawing a sharp inhale from me despite my glare. Reason warred with instinct—duel edge sharpened, but at her price?
I asked, "You think this 'help' doesn't come with strings?" Trusting her was not the right thing for me to do.
Her fingers deftly tugged the silk pants and damp lace down in one smooth motion, exposing me fully.
My pink cock twitching half-hard against my flat belly, glistening tip leaking pre-cum in thin strands, while below, my slick pussy lips parted flushed and swollen, folds puffy from last night's abuse and current arousal, clit peeking needy amid the wetness that already soaked my inner thighs.
Elaine's eyes darkened a fraction at the sight, nostrils flaring as she inhaled my spiked omega scent—sweet honeyed desperation laced with defiance—her hand hovering a beat too long, thumb brushing the sensitive base where cock met slit.
