She couldn't move.
Her whole body had gone stiff the moment she felt it—thick, hot, pulsing—right there between her thighs.
Vex's shaft.
It wasn't just resting on her panties. It was buried between her folds, the pressure gliding lower along her slit, slow and maddening, like it was seeking something even it didn't understand.
The soaked cotton did nothing—it stuck to her, drenched and thin, riding up the curves of her pussy lips and letting his shaft nestle in deeper, as if her own body had betrayed her and opened the way.
The curve of it pressed down, caught tight between her thick, soft lips. Every little twitch of his cock made her feel like she was being stroked from the inside out.
The head nudged lower, fat and angry, sliding past the crease of her folds, leaving a trail of Asperia's wetness mixed with her own.
