Malcolm moans low in his throat when Harley starts touching him. Reaching under her dress, he grips the waistband of her panties and starts to pull them down her legs. They're lacy and black, the sort of thing she looks incredible in, the sort of thing his mother probably found on the floor that morning.
Once the underwear is off, he puts his hand back between her legs and rubs his fingers through her wetness. Sometimes he can't believe how quickly he's able to turn her on.
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Malcolm moans low in his throat when Harley starts touching him. Reaching under her dress, he grips the waistband of her panties and starts to pull them down her legs. They're lacy and black, the sort of thing she looks incredible in, the sort of thing his mother probably found on the floor that morning.
Once the underwear is off, he puts his hand back between her legs and rubs his fingers through her wetness. Sometimes he can't believe how quickly he's able to turn her on.