Aether's tongue pressed harder against the drenched silk, flattening to cover as much of her swollen pussy as possible in one long, deliberate drag. The fabric scraped over her clit like wet velvet… rough enough to tease, smooth enough to torment, and Maelona's hips jerked upward on instinct, desperately chasing the pressure she was already ashamed to want.
'Oh gods… this is wrong… so filthy… his mouth on me there… through my panties like some desperate animal… I shouldn't feel this good… I shouldn't be dripping like this… aahhh~'
But she was.
Every lick sent fresh heat blooming low in her belly, spreading outward in slow, uncontrollable waves. The silk had turned almost transparent now, moulded obscenely to her folds, outlining the plump lips that parted just enough to show the slick, fluttering entrance beneath. Her clit stood out like a dark pearl, throbbing visibly against the barrier, each flick of his tongue making it pulse harder, begging for more.
