Holy shit.
“Like this.” She guides me to pinch her puckered tips as her bra falls away. “Or you can squeeze, but gently.” Her grip firms over mine until I’m kneading each orb like the dough downstairs.
But this is way better than pizza.“Now lower,” she whispers, pushing on my wrist.
Her belly quivers as I work a broad path down to the waist of her snug leggings.
“Inside,” she exhales in a warm wave.
My cock aches when my fingers dive beneath the seam to find the shortly trimmed hair of the mound of her pussy.
Her other hand reaches up to tangle in my hair, pulling my lips to her ear. “Touch me, Sawyer.”
A gasp escapes me when I feel her soaked slit for the first time.
“That’s it.” There’s a tiny breathy moan tinging her words. “Feel that?” She threads her index over mine. “That hard little bump is my clit. Learn to play that like an instrument and any girl will sing you an opera.”
I don’t want anyone else.
I want to learn how to makehersing.
“Yes,” she hisses, digging her nails into my forearm as I flick faster. “Like that.” Her head lolls against my throat.
Soon both of her arms are reaching behind her to wrap my neck. She’s practically hanging off me as I grip her breast in one hand and rapidly stroke her pussy while she arches her body against my raging hard-on.
This is unreal.
“Faster,” she cries out as her legs begin to shudder.
Who knew that all of those years playing video games would be a cheat code to being able to work herbuttons.
With the furious concentration of beating a final boss, I pour every ounce of dexterity into pumping my hand against her.
“Push them inside me.” Her voice rises in pitch.
I’m sure she’d tell me if it hurts, right?
Sliding further along her slick slit, it’s as if her begging cunt is waiting for me as I slip my first two digits easily into her tight entrance.
Fuck.I can barely control myself as her hips buck against mine.
The friction is impossible to ignore when she gyrates her supple ass into my zipper.
Could I just, I dunno, lower it and thrust in?
But her body begins to tense and her nails dig into my skin as a long moan begins to rise out of her.
“Sawyer,” she whimpers as the muscles—
Holy shit they’re strong around my fingers.
Rhythmic contractions squeeze my knuckles, seizing me within her quaking climax.
What is that? She’s so damn clenched I can barely move.
Did I just make her get off? That is so intense, it makes the pressure in my loins get so close to letting loose I bite the inside of my cheek hard enough I taste blood.
“Oh,” she pants, falling limply into my arms. “You’re a very good boy.”
