David's hand lingered at Emily's throat.
At that moment, with just a little force, he could have strangled Emily.
But for some reason, David suddenly hesitated.
His hand involuntarily slid down, through the ample bosom, wandering over the slightly fleshy but not excessive abdomen, all the way down.
His other hand lifted Emily's home clothes, tugged at her panties.
And the hand that had just instinctively wanted to kill was now kneading Emily's outer labia.
His middle and ring fingers came together, spreading the labia majora, pressing down on the c******s, and then playing with it frantically.
Emily was stunned, her quick arousal not yet rising, when David abruptly picked her up and threw her onto the sofa.
David, like an inexperienced virgin, urgent yet without finesse, yanked off
