I glide a finger down the seam of her above the lace and she lets out a harsh breath, but when I hook a finger at the edge of the panties, pulling it to the side to expose every dripping inch of her, she moans. “You’re so ready for me to fill you up,” I rasp, scissoring my fingers through the heat of her, “To stretch you open and fuck you raw.” “P-please.” “Such beautiful manners,” I commend before I lean in and run the flat of my tongue over her, tasting that slick arousal.
