Trixie smiled at his words, her eyes glowing briefly and her tail flicking excitedly as she raised her head.
She leaned in, lips brushing his ear. "What are you waiting for, then~?"
Her breath hitched as Don's grip shifted, fingers digging harder into the plush flesh of her ass before dragging the damp lace down her thighs. The fabric clung for a second—stretching, sticking—before finally peeling away with a soft snap of elastic.
Mm~
Trixie shuddered, her thighs pressing together instinctively, but Don didn't let her hide.
Don's grip slipped between her thighs, fingers sliding through the slickness that clung to her skin.
A thin trail of arousal glistened down her inner thigh, a sticky path leading right to the source—her exposed pink cunt.
Mm~
Her breath became shaky as his fingertips brushed over her, tracing the damp seam without pressing in. Just teasing. Just enough to make her hips twitch forward, seeking more.
