But before I could even process how high he had strung me and how quickly I was falling when he moved his knee away from me, he replaced that sensation with ripping my bottoms, both of my bottoms, down my legs before I could even process it, and shoved his whole hand against my drenched cunt, palm pressed into my clit. I heard the undignified and unmistakable squish of sticky liquid against his hands and clamped my thighs shut at the sound, trapping him. I knew I should be mortified, but at this point, I couldn’t deny my desperation. 