He unzips my skirt, baring my pink silk panties. He slides a digit under the silk, and this time, he’s the one teasing me because as soon as I begin to turn wet, he takes his finger off my clit — Read the first part here… I dry-humped Daddy’s best friend in his office
Excitement pumps through my blood when Mr. Cunningham hardens under memedium.com “How expensive are those pants?” I ask. “Less expensive than the Ming vase you broke,” he says, playing with the buttons on my blouse.