A growl vibrates deep within his chest as one hand slips beneath the material of my dress before gliding up my bare thigh to the place that’s desperate for the stroke of his hand. Right when I think his fingers will slip beneath the fabric of my panties, they drift along the cotton, tracing the seam of my lips. “You’re right. Completely soaked.” I whimper as he shoves the fabric to the side, and one finger slides inside me. My body sags against his as he withdraws and circles the entrance before thrusting for a second time. Each pump of his finger forces me closer to the precipice. Closer to
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