At first the fingers merely bumped against her swollen labia. But as she continued to roll and hump they pressed firmly at her though her wet panties.

"Mmm!" Janet cried, her ass quivering.

"Damn, she's wet!" John declared, his fingers rubbing.

Her soaked panties were nothing but a delicate barrier between his fingers and her sex, allowing his digits to easily press between her lips.

Electricity shot through Janet. Her ass wiggled excitedly. Deep inside her an orgasm was awoke. Wanting to moan out she tried to raise up and off Tom's cock.

"Oh no you don't," he stopped her with his hands in her hair. "You just keep fucking...