He broke the kiss and slipped off the couch. I panted as he sank between my thighs. He ripped off his t-shirt, unveiling his muscular, hairy chest. I groaned at that as he slid both his hands up my thighs beneath my skirt.
Ashley was filming us. She had this wicked grin as I just sat there, her husband touching me. He reached for my panties. I quivered as he pulled them off my hips. I lifted them, the fabric rolling down my thighs.
He worked them lower and lower. I quivered, my toes twitching. The panties passed my knees. He pulled them down my calves and off my feet. He tossed them down and pushed my legs apart, my skirt riding up my thighs.
I felt so exposed.
So open and vulnerable.
"Please," I whispered.
He leaned in. He was going to go down on me. Eat me out. I had only dreamed a
