mouth. “Before you say something about not being wet for me….” Her little dress was hiked up a bit from the bed, and it was easy to push the gun’s length under it to raise the fabric and use my other hand to run my fingertips over her slit. What I felt was her soaked panties. She gasped and slammed her legs shut. I laughed but allowed her to because my point was entirely made. I popped my finger in my mouth, tasting a faint tease of her heat.
