Chapter 2
But even to my ears it sounded feeble, my breath hitching as his fingers inched higher, the rough pad of his thumb pressing into the soft flesh of my inner thigh, sending a fresh gush of wetness to my p***y, the lips parting slightly under my panties, aching to be touched, spread, filled.
Scott stood too, flanking my other side, his hand mirroring Murphy’s on my opposite thigh, squeezing harder, nails digging in just enough to sting, mixing pain with the pleasure that had me arching my back involuntarily, a whimper slipping past my lips.
They both laughed, the sound jeering and triumphant, echoing off the empty lounge walls, Scott’s fingers tracing higher, brushing the edge of my panties where the lace met skin, feeling the dampness there.
“Listen to that, Murphy, she’s whimp
