Debbie.
I reluctantly moved my hand. He smiled, then his hand replaced mine.
His hand touched my heat and… f**k. My body paused. In a good way.
Then, while holding my gaze, his two fingers circled my c**t, making short gestures, touching the damn—oh f**k—
“Rain, ah f**k, f**k, ohhh.” I leaned back, eyes closed.
“Yes, baby. Imagine it's Rain’s c**k inside that p***y,” he whispered.
Fuck, the sheer imagination of that c**k in me.
“Ahhh… ahhh… yes…”
“Imagine me f*****g your brains out,” he whispered again.
His hand not losing the rhythm, my body twisting in response to the knot forming in my belly.
“f**k, Rainnnn… tsss… ah…” I moaned.
“Imagine Rain f*****g you, slamming this monster inside your tight pussy.”
Fuck those words—the word ‘monster,’ ‘slamming.’ I couldn't imagine—ah… f
