She had not put the panties back on, and at the sight of her soft, pale skin and the damp, glossy heat between her thighs, Lor's breath went out of him in a rush.
Her ass was round and soft, slightly pink and tender from earlier, the cheeks still flushed.
A faint sheen of dried fluid clung to the inside of one thigh and caught the light.
The cool air touched her bare skin and she shivered. She pushed her hips back, just slightly, without being asked. The movement made her cheeks part just enough for him to see the soft, open place between them, still faintly pink and glistening.
"You're already wet," he whispered.
"I've been wet since the restaurant," she whispered back, so quietly he almost missed it.
He unfastened his trousers and took himself in hand. He was hard again, almost embarrassingly fast, and he guided the tip against her slick entrance and pushed in slowly, an inch at a time.
Her whole body trembled.
