He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through her. One of his big hands slid down her thigh, slowly dragging her skirt up inch by inch until it bunched around her waist.

His fingers traced the edge of her soaked lace panties.

“Fuck, you’re drenched,” he groaned. “This pussy is weeping for your sister’s husband, isn’t it? Such a naughty little slut.”

Lila moaned shamelessly as two of his thick fingers pressed against her covered slit, rubbing her swollen clit through the fabric in slow, firm circles. Her legs trembled. She gripped the edge of the desk, panting.

*He’s touching me. My sister’s husband is rubbing my cunt. I’m going to...