I quivered as my fingers dropped against my thigh, I was that worked up. And when I curled my fingers around the cotton, I could feel how damp I’d made everything down there. Given the first shiver of cool air over my cunt, I knew it was wet enough to look wet, and sure enough, Mark gave a punched breath at the sight. “So pretty,” he said and pressed the heel of his palm to his erection. “So, so pretty.”
