Beverley bit her lip when Brent’s hand rubbed her panties. “You’re wet, baby,” he whispered contentedly. She couldn’t help but feel embarrassed.

Brent’s hand pressed against her clit from outside her panties. She immediately gripped the man’s thighs. “Brent, I’m afraid I’ll squirt here,” she hissed worriedly.

The man kissed her cheek gently. “I’ll take responsibility.”

Beverley wore cotton shorts, which made it easier for Brent to go further. His fingers ...