His finger started off slowly, curled toward him, rubbing against her G-spot. As if planned, Diego moved to the next stage of attack: circling his tongue around the hood of her clit, but not making direct contact with it.
“Oh, but this islovely,” Cora crooned, pressing kisses all along Manuela’s thighs until she reached the place that had been haunting her dreams for weeks. She used two fingers to spread open the beautiful, dewy folds of soft pinks...
“But if you’re not getting that from whatever guy dragged you here? Don’t be like me. Don’t sit behind the gym counter of your life when you’re meant to be in front of it.”
I lean into the damp, scented curve of her neck, leaving kisses there while my finger is knuckle-deep in paradise. Every sound she makes gets me harder, ready. She kisses my jaw, my cheekbone, pulls my bottom lip between hers.
Sharp teeth sank into her neck and she shouted her pleasure, a scream ripped from somewhere deep, tearing through her body like cleansing fire.