When she stopped again, Zach snorted. The sound was awful, coming through his voice changer as it did.
“That it? I thought you did gymnastics in high school.”
Erin rolled her eyes. It would be just like Zach to mix that up: it had been Lexi who’d done gymnastics, not her.
A touch on her belly. Something cool, supple, stiff. Leather?
That touch trailed down her belly and slid behind her panties. Zach jerked her underwear open, sending a cool gust of air over her sex. Erin tried to fold forward, gasping at the sensation, but her ties prevented her.
“I think this should come off, don’t you?”
Erin moaned in agreement.