Emma's POV
It leaves my breast with one final, lingering twist that makes me whimper, then trails down over my stomach, fingers tracing the soft curve of my waist, dipping into my navel, before reaching the waistband of my sleep pants. He doesn’t ask. He simply hooks two fingers into the elastic and slowly, deliberately tugs the fabric down. The pants slide over my hips, over the lush swell of my ass, and finally pool at my ankles. I feel the cool air hit my bare lower body and shiver.
My p***y is completely exposed now, and I know exactly how it looks. The outer lips are swollen and flushed a deep pink, glistening with my arousal. The inner folds are slick and parted slightly, shiny with the thick, clear wetness that has been leaking out of me since he first touched my breasts. My c**t
