My hands never stopped moving as they slid slowly up the backs of her smooth calves, then higher, fingers tracing the sensitive hollows behind her knees before gripping the plush, warm flesh of her inner thighs.
I spread her legs wider with deliberate, commanding pressure, opening her completely.
The hem of her dress rode even higher, fully exposing the delicate lace of her panties—already soaked dark with her arousal, the thin fabric clinging obscenely to the swollen, puffy outline of her cunt.
The wet material was molded perfectly to her lips, clearly showing the shape and outline of her plump outer folds and the way her inner lips peeked out, glistening.
"Look at you," I murmured, my voice low, rough, and dark with possessive hunger. "My queen… sitting here with your thighs spread for me, your pretty little pussy already dripping through your panties like a needy goddess."
