"Hah… mmh…"
Her own hand on his cock moved with less rhythm, distracted by what he was doing to her.
Julian took his time.
He stroked the smooth skin of both inner thighs in turn, learning the places that made her breath stutter and the places that drew a quiet, helpless whimper. Only when her hips had begun to move on their own, did he finally move higher. His fingertips rose in a single, light pass and brushed directly against the damp silk of her panties.
"Mnggg… Kraven…"
The moan that left her was deeper and more open than any that had come before. Her forehead dropped against his shoulder. Her fingers clenched around the shape of his cock through the cloth.
The physical sensation was only the beginning.
He is touching me there.
