[Warning: The chapter contains matured content. Not advisable for ages 17 and below.]
Cosette had never ever thought of having to stand bare in front of someone, let alone allowing someone else to touch her. But alas, she felt no sense of shame when his hand slipped inside her shorts. She only felt relief when his fingers glided down to her wet folds.
Her mouth fell open while he rested his forehead against hers. She was soaking wet, and everything he was touching right now felt as soft as tofu. Cosette arched her back, making her rear press against the cushion, and as a result, his finger slid deeper.
"Max..." she moaned, feeling his finger massage her clitoris in a slow circular motion. Cosette wrapped her arms around his neck once more, lifting her head to initiate a kiss.
