She Was Born A Boy
Arianna held onto the edge of the table as if her life depended on it. Marcel still had his finger inside of her and her core trembled around him as she tried to regulate her heartbeat.
Honestly, it was quite thrilling doing something bad under the table with no one knowing - well except Mimi- and was almost tempted to go for a second round, but Arianna still had her morals. Hence she looked over her shoulder and glared at Marcel who had this smug expression on his face - he knew what he did.
With her intense gaze, she warned him to take his finger out of her and stop tempting her. She should have known this was indeed his real purpose for providing this dress in the first place.
Marcel gave her a look that said, "Fine since you asked,"
He pulled his finger out of her but not without stroking slowly along her wetness and then the tip of her sensitive clit and a moan almost escaped her mouth again had she not cupped it with her hands.