Lor felt it.
He kept the same exact rhythm, driving her higher, until her whole body started to tense and her moans turned higher and more desperate.
Her pussy clenched hard around his fingers. Her legs shook. She was right on the edge.
Then he pulled his fingers out completely.
Kuri froze.
The sudden emptiness left her shaking and dripping.
A thin string of her wetness stretched between his fingers and her open pussy for a second before breaking.
She looked back over her shoulder, breathing hard through her mouth. Her eyes were wide and confused. Her face was still deep red. Her lips were parted.
She did not ask why he stopped.
She only stared at him, the wetness between her thighs cooling in the night air, her exposed ass and pussy still presented to him.
Her expression held clear frustration and need, even as she tried to hide it behind anger.
Lor was already undoing his own pants.
