Her breath was ragged, eyes a mix of rage and confusion.
I crouched, hooked two fingers into the crotch of her panties, and rubbed the soaked fabric slowly. She gasped, body jerking like I'd lit a fuse.
"You're fucking soaked," I growled, pressing harder, feeling the heat and wetness seep through. "This was supposed to be a punishment, you know? How dare you cum like a desperate whore? You're not supposed to enjoy getting used like trash."
She whimpered, hips twitching against my hand despite herself. "This... this shouldn't be happening. You... what are you doing to me?"
I smirked, yanking her panties down in one rough pull. The black lace clung to her skin for a second, sticky with her arousal, strings of wetness connecting to her swollen pussy before snapping free. The panties pooled at her ankles, her cunt exposed—lips puffy and glistening, clit peeking out hard and needy.
