I didn't move back. Instead, I stepped even closer, my body pressing against hers, trapping her between me and the door. The heat radiating off her was intoxicating, the way her chest rose and fell with each panicked breath, the way her thighs pressed together as if she could physically hold back the urge to pee.
"But you have to, don't you?" I murmured, my voice a low, taunting purr in her ear. "You're about to burst, Mother-in-Law. I can see it." My hand slid down her side, my fingers tracing the curve of her hip before slipping between her thighs. "I can feel how bad you need to go."
Jennifer let out a sharp, frustrated gasp, her body jerking as my fingers pressed against the damp fabric of her panties. "Stop it," she snapped, her voice trembling, her hands pushing against my chest. But there was no real force behind it—just desperation, the kind that made her thighs clench tighter together. "Mike, please—"
