✿MOANA✿
His hand moved between my thighs, his palm pressing firmly against my puxxy through the thin fabric of my sleep shorts.
"See how soaked and aching you are for me…Queens," Dylan murmured, his voice a low, rough scrape that sent fresh heat spiraling through my core. He rubbed slow, deliberate circles with the heel of his hand, the cotton growing damp under his touch. My hips jerked forward instinctively, chasing the pressure even as embarrassment burned across my cheeks.
"Shut up dickhead," I whispered, but it came out breathy, almost a plea.
Dylan's dark eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "Why? Your body's already telling the truth." He hooked two fingers under the edge of my shorts and panties, tugging them aside in one smooth motion. Cool air kissed my heated flesh for only a sec
