~ Ivanov~
"Yes," she whispered, so soft it was like a breath of wind.
A smile tugged at my lips, satisfaction blooming in my chest.
I dropped to my knees, pushing her legs apart, spreading them wide. Then I released her neck.
Those sea-blue eyes stayed glued to my face, watching every move.
I hooked my fingers into her lace tights—felt like a second skin clinging to her—and tugged them down. Next came her black cotton panties, soaked through with a dark circle of wetness that told me everything I needed to know. I brought them to my nose, inhaling deep—her scent was intoxicating, musky and sweet, like forbidden fruit.
I shoved them into my pocket.
"I think I need to get you some new panties," I groaned, the words coming out thick.
My hands found her mound, rubbing tenderly, feeling
