“f**k,” I groaned, pumping two fingers into her swollen, soaked p***y, curling them just right because I already knew how she liked it. Her walls clenched, sucking me in, her head thrown back against the pillows.
“Stan,” she cried, biting her lip, her eyes burning into mine.
I lost it. I couldn’t stop. I kissed down her chest, worshipping every curve, sucking one perfect n****e into my mouth while my other hand held her hips down so she couldn’t escape me. She thrashed anyway, begging for more.
“You’re so f*****g beautiful,” I muttered between kisses. “So sweet. So mine. Do you feel that, baby? Do you feel how wet you are for me?” i said adding a third finger to stretch her more.
“Yes,” she moaned, tugging at my hair as I licked down her stomach, spreading her thighs with my shoulders
