His eyes roamed over her body like a man admiring his masterpiece.
Those thighs—smooth and soft like polished cream.
Those ass cheeks—jiggling ever so slightly with every shift, every tremble.
And those hands—desperately trying to hide the lace that was already drenched in betrayal.
He reached down, gentle but unrelenting, and slowly pried her fingers apart like unwrapping a forbidden gift.
Alice whimpered. Soft. Shameful. Sweet.
A wave of heat hit him—sharp, musky, raw.
The scent of want. No perfume could ever mimic that.
Time for the grand finale.
"Now... let's get back to business."
She stayed silent. Wouldn't look at him. Wouldn't speak.
So he leaned in.
And kissed her inner thigh—slow, deep, like signing a contract with his mouth.
"Ahhh... n-no..."
"Afraid you'd cum?"
"Never!"
She said it like a challenge.
He leaned in and kissed her panty. Soft. Deliberate. Like it was a dare.
