Beverley bit her lip when Brent’s hand rubbed her panties. “You’re wet, baby,” he whispered contentedly. She couldn’t help but feel embarrassed.

 

Brent’s hand pressed against her clit from outside her panties. She immediately gripped the man’s thighs. “Brent, I’m afraid I’ll squirt here,” she hissed worriedly.

 

The man kissed her cheek gently. “I’ll take responsibility.”

 

Beverley wore cotton shorts, which made it easier for Brent to go further. His fingers slipped inside her panties. He finally touched her wet pussy.

 

Her body instantly trembled as Brent’s fingers rubbed her pussy. Beverley struggled to hold back her moans. She bit her finger to keep the sound from escaping.

 

Brent giggled....