Catrina's hand trembled as she lifted it from between her thighs.
Her fingers came away glossy, shining under the soft cabin light. A thin strand of her own wetness stretched between two fingertips before breaking and falling onto the dark leather. The delicate lace of her panties had already been pushed to the side, clinging damply to one soft outer lip, the fabric darkened and heavy with how much she had already given.
Soft, swollen folds glistened beneath the ruined lace, the delicate pink of her entrance shiny and slightly parted.
She stared at her own fingers for a second, almost as if she couldn't believe what she was about to do. Then, with a shy, shaky breath that made her chest rise and fall too quickly, she brought them toward Phei.
He glanced away from the road just long enough to see the offering.
A slow, dark smile curved his mouth.
"Look at you," he murmured, voice low and warm with approval. "Getting bold already… even while you're still shaking."
