"Are you waiting?"
Her eyes, half-lidded and gleaming with desire, locked onto his. "Of course," she whispered, her voice a sultry challenge, her lips curving into a smirk that promised trouble.
His hands moved with practiced skill, fingers deftly finding the satin straps of her garter belt. He unhooked them with a flick, the clips snapping free with a softclick that echoed in the locker's confines. Her underwear, a delicate scrap of black lace, was already damp, clinging to her swollen pussy lips. He slid the fabric down, his fingers grazing the slick, heated skin of her inner thighs, and she shivered, her breath catching as the cool air kissed her exposed flesh. Her pussy was flushed, the labia plump and glistening with her arousal, the faint scent of her musk mingling with her perfume to create a heady cocktail that made his cock throb painfully against his trousers.
