Phei hummed again but this time his voice was laced with dark satisfaction.
He rubbed slowly over the damp fabric, feeling the heat and the growing wetness beneath; the wet lace was clinging to the soft folds of her pussy:
Phei pressed two fingers against the soft mound and circled it, he teased the outline of her pussy shape without giving her the direct contact she clearly wanted right now:
...each slow circle made her thighs tremble harder, the firm presses of his fingers drew another soft, broken sound from her throat — little gasps and half-swallowed moans that still carried the innocence of someone who had never been touched quite like this before, and whose body was still learning how to handle the intensity.
