I am shaking as I open it, but my eyes keep closing as I feel the material. Soft. Velvet. A brief look tells me it is deep blue and long, judging by the bundles of material.
"Okay." I say, agreeing in a very resigned way.
Truth is, I don't really care about what I am wearing. I just care about the orgasm that I am so close to getting...
"There's something else in there." He mutters, making me realise I have stopped looking, and am just clutching the bag as I lose myself in the feeling of f*****g his fingers.
My exhale comes out more like a groan. His arm tightens around my torso, and his fingers move faster. It is like he wants me distracted and desperate. His teeth on the skin of my neck sharply bring me back for a second, but I quickly return to the blissful foggy headspace he is so
