Desire crashes through me as his fingers stroke my lower lips through the thin fabric of my panties and dress. He pinches my nipple. “I’m waiting.” “It turns me on and makes me feel achy,” I say on a gasp. His mouth drifts across the outer shell of my ear as his voice dips, turning husky. “Where does it make you feel achy?” Unable to help myself, I shift against him, looking for more contact. “My pussy and my breasts.” When he tweaks me for a second time, I groan. It’s like a straight shot to my core, and my panties flood with more heat. “I bet you’re soaked, aren’t you?” “Yes.” “Should I take
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