"We had an arranged marriage, Alex…" she said quietly, eyes distant as she remembered, voice soft and heavy with years of unspoken weight. "Our families decided everything. Minh was really against it… but as I said, he cares about social pressure. He agreed eventually."
She sighed heavy—body relaxing deeper into my touch despite the confession, pussy leaking more thick under my palm, clenching subtle like the words freed something long buried, warmth spreading as she let go.
"But Minh seems like the guy who would know what his wife's needs are," I said low, slipping two fingers a little under the bikini now—just enough to feel the slick wetness, rubbing slow along her swollen lips, spreading her juices gentle.
"Alex… ahh…" she enjoyed the sudden touch, voice breaking soft, hips shifting subtle to feel more, eyes fluttering.
