KATRINA’S P O V
Travis’ fingers came dangerously close to my scantily clad core and I jumped. “Travis, I said stop…’’ the sound I made was more of a moan than a whine, but I still let him graze the crotch of my panties, inhaling a choked breath when I moved forward enough to apply additional pressure from his fingers onto my throbbing core.
What was he doing? Someone might spot us, and figure out what he was doing to me! He truly didn’t care, and he even managed to smile while he sipped his coffee.
But he felt so damn good.
He caressed my folds through my panties and I was aware of how dripping wet I became in a matter of seconds from his enthusiastic touch.
I clenched, aware that he could feel the movement with his fingers pressed against my covered slit. He took a deep breath and I was relieved that no one was walking in the dining room at that moment because I began to breathe heavily from the friction.