~~Scarlette~~
He grabbed the net panties from the box, his hands slow, deliberate, making me shiver in anticipation.
“Relax… let me do this,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous.
I stood frozen as he slid the lace over my hips, adjusting it with care—but the way he did it made my body melt under him.
Then, without warning, he sank to his knees again. One of my legs he lifted effortlessly, resting it on his broad shoulder. My pulse raced, my p***y aching with every shift.
His lips hovered just above the lace, teasing the sensitive skin beneath. Then he lowered his mouth, pressing over the thin fabric.
He groaned, a low, filthy sound that vibrated through me, and started sucking at my c**t right through the netted lace. His tongue traced slow circles, teasing, dragging, driving me
