Annie set her foot down and spoke softly into the half-light. "Anything you want." She had guided Michele's feet so she was turned around. Looking upwards at her a*s, Annie slid her hands up her legs, up under her dress, until she reached the waistband of her panties. "Why? Why would you do that?" Michele said into the gloom. Her voice was wispy, almost just breath; came from very high in her chest. Annie pulled the waistband back and over the globe of Michele's a*s and then down to the ground, holding them there as Michele stepped out of them.
She smelled of sangria, her feet and legs were spattered with sticky drops of it. "Because I've fallen for you too," she told her, still on her hands and knees. Still holding her soiled panties "Because I want to give you what you want. Whatever y
