A vicious growl slips out, and my thumb rubs at her harder, parting her folds beneath the ivory lace. Jasmine whimpers and wriggles, her hips lifting to chase my touch, and all the while she’s hanging from my neck like a monkey.

That damp heat soaking through her panties…

The humidity between her thighs…

Jasmine Biao is wet for me, and she’s not trying to hide it. Not for a single second. She’s proud, defiance etched on her beautiful face as she rubs her panty-covered pussy against my thumb.

My chest cracks open, and if I’m not careful, all this goddamn longing will spill out and she’ll see before she’s...