“You hear that, Camilla? She said she needs me. Not air. Not water. Me. The man twice her age who can tear her open and still make her beg for more.”
His hand dragged down my spine with a lazy kind of hunger, dipping beneath the waistband of my shorts like he had every right to. My legs were shaking, cunt soaking, and I couldn’t even pretend to resist anymore.
Not when his fingers slipped just far enough to make me gasp, teasing the dip of my ass crack before trailing back up with that sinful slowness that made my thighs quake.
“She’s soaked,” he said, like he was talking about the weather. “She’s clenching already and I haven’t even touched her p***y yet. Her body remembers what it’s like to be split open by me. Her cunt’s probably fluttering, begging for it, hot and needy like she’s
