Another gulp, forcing down the lump of shyness cluttering Becca's throat. She swirled her head to her side— to Leo who still looked as amused as ever— and shot him a warning look with her eyes, telling him to behave himself. Obviously, Leo brushed off her kitten glares and his hand stayed glued to her thighs, creeping higher until his fingers grazed the lacy texture of her panties.
" Leo," Becca mumbled to him once more as she tried to steady her breaths, as she tried to remain composed despite the beautiful catastrophe he was inflicting on her.
" What?" Leo didn't even have the decency to hide his amusement as he rammed his middle finger through her vagina lip against the lace, and his smirked widened into a smile when he felt the wet patch there. Explicit evidence of her arousal, her lust for him, and what he can do to her.
