How could he resist the sight of your thong?

Taking matters into your own hands, you slide deeper into the seat. His hand that until now had been caressing your naked thigh suddenly finds itself in contact with the lace of your thong as you push down onto it. His eyes quickly turn to you, and even quicker down to his hand, seeing your skirt now so high up your body that it is covering absolutely nothing.

As Lucy continues to stroke his chest inside his ripped open skirt, he looks between your thighs and starts to rub one finger against you teasingly, letting it run around rather than over the mound of your pussy that musty surely be clearly outlined inside beneath the soft feeling material.

He leans over towards the centre of the car, Lucy leaning with him as she sits right behind, so that he can watch as his finger traces the shape of you inside your thong. **** to feel his fingers in your more sensitive places, you wiggle your ass against his hand, but he simply eases his hand away until you come to a halt once more.

Looking up at you, he grins, knowing how much he is teasing you, but when his eyes go back to between your wide open thighs, he gives in to your needs and as his finger slides back onto the lace covering, it very quickly runs around the shape of your lips that is unmistakably outlined by the thong, and having done that, he then proceeds to run the finger over and between them.

“Oh god yes, don’t stop” you moan out, thankful for his touch at last, fighting hard not to lift your hips off the seat in fear that he may stop again if you move.