“Carina.” Her eyes snap open. “Give me your hand.” Dazed, she complies, offering me her hand, and I guide it down, in between her thighs. “Feel? See how wet you are for me, love? You’ve soaked right through your underwear.” She tries to pull her hand away, but I have her by the wrist. “Don’t. Doesn’t it feel good?” I apply a little pressure, pushing her own fingers down on the wet fabric, and she shudders. “Yes,” she whispers. “Then why stop?” I sit back on my heels, letting go of her. “Rub yourself for me, Carrie. I wanna watch you make yourself come.”
