"W-What are you doing to my body, Kid ?" Merida's voice trembled, her legs twitching uncontrollably as her soaked panties clung to her heated folds. Her eyes fluttered open and shut, trying to resist what her body was feeling.
"Me? I'm not doing anything," Leon smirked darkly, his fingers teasing her pussy through the fabric of her pants.
"Just checking how wet your perverted little pussy is."
"J-Just remove your hand—" she gasped, her hand shooting down to grab his wrist. But before she could push him away, Leon leaned in, his voice low and seductive.
"You remember that day I asked about the missing handle ?" he whispered, his fingers never stopping. "I saw something in the storage room…"
Merida's eyes widened, her grip loosening instantly. She stared at him, her face flushing red. "W-What did you see?"
