Jeremiah’s hand trailed slowly up my bare thigh from behind. His fingers were warm and confident. They slipped under the edge of my tiny sleep shorts and pressed two fingers right against my p***y through my soaked panties. He rubbed slowly, feeling how wet I was. A low groan escaped his throat. “f**k, Emily… you’re absolutely dripping. Your panties are ruined. The wetness is soaking through already.”
I gasped and my hips twitched against his hand before I could stop myself. The pressure on my swollen c**t felt too good. “Please… stop…”
Conrad cupped my breast through my tank top and pinched my hard n****e, rolling it between his fingers. “No more lies, princess. We’ve wanted you for years. Since high school. Every glare, every insult — it just made us want to f**k you harder. We jerked
