My hand fists in her hair, wrapping the long brown strands around my knuckles as I pull her impossibly closer to me. I swallow the gentle moan that slips from her lips when I reach between us and lift her dress, letting my fingers trail up her inner thigh. I keep my touch soft, teasing, never letting myself pay too much attention to a specific area. I rest my head against the seat and let a dirty groan fall between us when I reach the hem of her panties, the only boundary left between me and the skin I will undoubtedly find swollen and wet.
