With agonizing slowness, Hannah pulled the fabric free from where it had been caught in her mother's ass. The material made a soft, wet sound as it separated from Julie's skin, the dampness between her cheeks glistening in the light.
Hannah's eyes widened as she saw the evidence of our encounter - the way the fabric clung to her fingers, the way it glistened with my precum mixed with her mother's arousal.
[Oh...] Hannah's mental voice was a shocked whisper. [It's... It's wet...] Her face flushed crimson as she examined the damp fabric, her fingers trembling slightly. [Not just sweat... something else...]
I watched with dark satisfaction as Hannah brought her fingers to her nose, inhaling deeply. The way her nostrils flared slightly as she took in the scent made my cock twitch violently. Her thoughts swirled with confusion and growing realization.
