Summer trembled at Don's words, her breath hitching as his fingers stilled against her soaked panties. 'What does he mean? But I...' Her thoughts tangled, pulse hammering in her throat.
Her fingers twitched against the table, knuckles pale as she swallowed hard. "J-just be... uhm... careful..." she stammered, cheeks burning as she squeezed her thighs together again, the sticky friction making her shiver. "It's... that time of the month... so..."
Don's fingers paused against her damp panties, the heat of her skin searing through the soaked fabric. Well, fuck. But his voice came out smooth, low—controlled. "Don't worry... we're not doing anything we haven't before."
Summer's breath hitched once more, her thighs trembling where they pressed together, slick skin sticking stubbornly.
But then, slowly, her knees parted again, the sticky resistance between her thighs peeling apart with a soft, wet sound sound as she exhaled a shaky, "O-okay..."
