“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.
With her pants hanging around her calves she looked more like an A
If this was a normal session she would find humor in it but again all that mattered was—Taeyeon scooped the underwear up in her hand bringing it to her face for a strong whiff.
The scent was faint but it was there and that was all she needed to fall to her knees.
“Oh… Fany…hnng!” she had to be quick, the spasms were intensifying, growing stronger with every quickened beat of her heart. With a second inhale she dropped her hand between her legs and slowly eased her index onto her clit.
“Aaaaahhhhhh…” she sighed, a drunken smile plastering her face. The engorged nub welcomed its friend with a bevy of tingling sensations, as if it was saying “thank you. Thank you for saving me from this hot hell, tucked away down here without means of relief. Thank you for ending our eight hour secession because as much as it was killing you it nearly murdered me.”