WhiskeyintheJar Romance

“You want to rip my panties off.”

She said it in a low voice. The only suggestion of her embarrassment was a whisper of color tinging in her cheekbones. “Yes,” I growled.

“That's going to be a problem.”

I didn't back away. “Why?”

She crossed her legs, smoothing down her skirt. Drawing my attention to her creamy, light brown thighs. Making my stiff cock throb painfully.

“I'm not wearing any panties.”