Stealing Tiffany’s underwear was much more defined, she’d reasoned, hurriedly tapping the door close behind her. She fumbled for the light switch, half remembering where it was from the last time they were there together, it had to have been two years now. Usually she would know things like this and take a moment to reminisce with a smile and a small chuckle
but right now she just didn’t give a damn.
“Ohhh,” Her voice trembled as she set vibrant panties on the stone countertop. She only let them go for a moment so that she could peel back the layers of clothing keeping her from the moistness between the V of her legs.
“Fuck…” Her underwear remained connected to her by a thin string of viscous fluid before separating; the juiciness of her gushing folds leaving a clear impression in the sopping fabric.