After the long and slow journey up my thigh, Edward’s seeking hand finally reached its destination in between my legs. I felt his hand on my underwear stroking my p***y lips through the thin fabric covering my hole. It feels so good…I bit my lower lip so my moans of pleasure don’t escape past my lips. How can I get him to stop? I looked around the room and it seems that no one has realized what is transpiring between us. That was a relief for now but I’m not sure how much longer I can stand his touch. Edward stroked my opening through the fabric with two fingers, rubbing my sensitive area and stimulating my swollen c**t. My body shuddered and it was getting harder and harder to sit still. I wanted to lift my hips up to grind harder against his playful fingers, I held tight onto the edge of
