She arched against his fingers. As she moved more quickly, he moved slower. She could feel each of his fingers tapping on her, yet he had not put one of them inside of her. She couldn’t take it anymore.
I ride him, earning every single moan from his lips. I’m obsessed with teasing him. Each time I rise, I withdraw right to his tip, making him suck in a breath before I slam back down.
Her lips are warm and wet and taste of brandy and promises, melting away my resolve. My traitorous cock swells up against her softness, and she presses back.
“I want to do it again,” she purred, and somehow I knew that she was touching herself too. “I want to lick you from base to tip. I want to suck you in deep.”
Pressing our hips together, almost desperately, he begins to grind against me. It’s not long before our bodies start to roll together in harmony, as if the friction could someone make electricity spark between us...