Their breathing hitched as they hit my waist and hips, and I looked down, my face heating. My cover-up was entirely see-through, giving Kohl a perfect view of my abused cunt and the slickness on my thighs. A devilish part of me wanted to tell them about the unanswered arousal that was vibrating beneath my skin, just to see what they'd say. To see what they’d do.
