Why did you stop? She wanted to probably ask.
But before she could voice it, I stretched my fingers farther down inside her shorts.
The heat hit me first—scorching and slick, radiating from her wet pussy.
My fingertips brushed the soaked entrance of her vagina; the lips were puffy, parted slightly, and utterly drenched in thick wetness that coated my skin instantly.
Just that light contact made her tremble violently.
"Hnnhg!! Fuck!"
She clamped her arms around my neck in a death grip, with her body shuddering against mine as a fresh gush of wetness soaked through.
The dark stain bloomed across the crotch of her black shorts—starting as a small wet circle right over her mound, then spreading outward in irregular patches, darkening the fabric until it clung transparently to her skin.
I could feel the liquid seeping around my fingers—hot and viscous, and slippery—dripping down her inner thighs in slow streams that made the material stick even tighter.
