"I have another way."
His hand slid lower, fingers tracing the thin black string of the thong where it disappeared between her cheeks.
He pulled the fabric aside, exposing the smooth, pink folds of her pussy.
She was already slightly damp — whether from residual adrenaline or the repeated spanks, he could not tell.
He ran two fingers slowly along her outer lips, feeling the soft heat of her skin, then pressed inward to find the slicker, warmer folds within.
Kuri's body tensed the moment he made contact.
Her breath hitched once, then returned to its controlled rhythm.
Lor explored her carefully. He parted her folds with gentle pressure, spreading the slickness he found there, and began a slow, circular rub against the sensitive flesh just above her entrance.
His middle finger found her clit and pressed lightly, rolling the small bud under the pad of his fingertip.
Kuri's hips twitched. A soft, involuntary sound escaped her throat.
