Hunter hadn't expected so eloquent a response from Fawn. As it was, he could barely string two coherent thoughts together, he was so aroused. He knew she was as well, though, so it didn't worry him. Instead, he followed her direction.
Hunter's nose pressed in against her belly, taking in the heat and the scent of her, before he moved down to where her panties covered her. Like the bra, they were soft and pink, but Hunter could see a darker pink where they were damp between her legs. He lacked experience, but living in a dorm with sex-obsessed boys for six years had taught him some things, whether he wanted that information or not.
"You're wet," he whispered, not expecting an answer. His breath fell hot over the dampness, time seeming to stop for a moment, until Hunter's tongue gently licked at the fabric.