From Create Your Own Story
You push your panties down further, eager to get to that clit, impatient for foreplay when you know exactly what you need. You massage the nub at the hood of your snatch, arching your back as heat and joy seem to suffuse your body with each stroke of your hand. Your petting turns heavy, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps as you sweat through the dress beneath you, feeling your legs start to stick to the metal bench.
ANH: Oh no! The cell door opens just as you get to the good stuff!
ANH: Start rubbing your clit like mad!
