I crossed the room in three shaky steps and snatched my panties from her fingers. They were warm. Soaked. The crotch was heavy with her c*m, the lace sticking to itself in glossy strands. The scent hit me—sweet, feminine, with that sharp edge of pure lust—and my p***y clenched so hard I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning.
Elena watched me with heavy-lidded eyes, still sprawled on my bed like a satisfied cat. Her sundress was bunched uselessly around her waist, t**s spilling out of the low neckline, n*****s dark and tight. Her thighs were shiny with her release. She didn’t bother covering up. She just leaned back on her elbows, legs still parted, and let me look.
“Smell them,” she whispered. “Go on. I know you want to.”
I hated how right she was.
I brought the ruined lace to my no
