I groan, the feel of her ass digging into my cock nearly blinding me with pleasure and need. The tips of my fingers glide across her creamy thigh, causing her to shift against my touch with restless desire. The creepy music from the movie builds to a crescendo, sending her heart rate to dangerous levels as a person is chased down by something from your worst nightmares. “Zade,” she pleas breathlessly, desperate for something that she’s not capable of putting a name to. I glance down, biting back a groan when I see her bare. "This might not end well for you," I muse. She stiffens. “Why?” “Your cum will be leaking down your legs when we’re done,” I hum. “How scandalous.” "Id rather have wet thighs than have panty lines with a dress like this.” My fingers softly brush against her folds, reveling in the cream gathering on my fingers. I keep my touch light, depriving her of truly gaining any pleasure. “Zade,” she bites out, her voice more forceful and demanding. I smile, refusing to give in. “Are you watching the movie, Adeline?” I ask harshly. “Don’t make me tell you again.” Her eyes snap to the screen, another gasp pulled from her painted lips when the creature brutally slaughters a person. Her pussy pulses, juices gushing from her slit and over my fingers. I groan, fighting the impulse to plunge my fingers into the depths of her pussy and feel her come all over me. My tongue darts out, licking along her neck and inhaling her jasmine scent. Tasting the saltiness from the thin layer of sweat coating her skin. She tastes so fucking delicious. My mouth waters with the need to lap up the arousal soaking my hand. I deny myself the pleasure, keeping my hand glued to her weeping little cunt. Giving in to her silent plea, I swirl the pad of my middle finger on her clit, giving her just enough pressure to cause her head to kick back with bliss. This time when she whispers my name, it’s full of pleasure. A scream from the movie startles her, and her head snaps upright once more. “S-someone could come in,” she croaks, my ministrations steady and firm. When I pinch her sensitive clit between my fingers, her eyes cross, a sexy moan releasing from her parted lips. “Does that make your pussy wet?” I implore, continuing to rub her clit with my finger. “Does the knowledge that someone could come in any second and see you spread open for me turn you on?”