Chapter 65 Socked Foot

• The pressure against her inner thigh lessened as Douglas's foot moved higher in painful slowness. His socked foot dragged against her sensitive skin and the heat pooled between them, waiting. He did not rush; he knew exactly where he wanted to go. With
• white-knuckled hands grasping the edge of the table, Quin held her breath as his toes found the wet cotton of her panties.
• The ball of his foot was pressed against her clothed cunt and he was grinding his weight into her, pressing against her swollen, needy pussy through the wet material. A shock of electricity jolted up her spine as he rubbed the arch of his foot into her slit and she bit down on her lip so hard that she tasted blood. He hooked his big toe around the edge of her panties and pulled them taut against her entrance.