Madeline's fingers dipped beneath the lace, her body arching slightly as she touched herself, her lips parting in a soft, needy gasp. "Mmm… I'm so wet for you, Dexter," she whispered, her voice thick with arousal.
"All night, thinking about how you'd feel… how you'd taste…" She guided my hand to her thigh, her skin burning beneath my touch. "Touch me," she commanded, her voice a mix of plea and demand. "Please… I need to feel you."
I hesitated, my mind still clinging to the last threads of professionalism. But Madeline wasn't having it. She grabbed my wrist, pressing my hand between her legs, her fingers lacing with mine as she forced me to cup her through her panties.
The heat was staggering, the dampness of her arousal soaking through the fabric, her body trembling against my touch.
"Fuck, Dexter…" she moaned, her head falling back as I finally gave in, my fingers pressing against her, exploring the slick, swollen folds beneath the lace.
