“You’re soaked, Marnie. Fucking drenched. And that won’t do at all… it’s not just your dress you’ll need to change; you’ll need fresh panties too.” The groan she let out as I brushed her clit sounded almost painful; raw and animalistic, hitting deep in my balls; an arrow spiked with pure lust. This was going to be quick. One finger buried itself in her pussy. I added a second, then a third, curling them up as I pumped inside her until we were both vibrating with desperation. Desperate for release. Desperate for each other.
