From where I stood, holding Roselyn aloft, the view was unobstructed: black panties came into clear sight, the dark cotton stretched tight across the mound of vagina.
The fabric molded perfectly to her pussy lips, outlining the plump outer folds and the deeper cleft between them.
A small, wet shadow had already begun to darken the center seam, right over her clit—evidence of how turned on she was just from watching.
The sight hit me like a gut punch.
Using it as pure fap material, I drove my fingers harder into Roselyn.
My left hand parted her soaked pussy lips wide—soft, swollen flesh yielding under my fingertips, inner lips glistening and fluttering as cool air hit them.
Two fingers of my right hand thrust in deep—furious, relentless pumps that made obscene schlurking sounds with every plunge.
Her walls gripped me like a fist, hot and slick, trying to pull me deeper even as I withdrew almost completely before slamming back in.
