"Greg... ahhh... mmm," she whispered. "Yes, right there."
“Shush, Vicky, shush." Greg teased. His voice was a low rumble in his chest that she could feel against her back. "You said someone could walk in. You better stay still."
He didn't stay still, though. He pushed the fingers inside, stretching her. He began to move them in a slow, hooking motion. Every time he pulled back, he grazed a sensitive spot that made Vicky’s toes curl into the straw.
"Mmm-nnn-gh! Ohhh... god... yes!" Vicky moaned, her voice hitching with every stroke. "Mmm-hmmm... ahhh!" She tried to keep it low, but the pleasure was making her voice break. Her hands reached back, gripping Greg’s thick forearms. She was shaking.
Greg’s thumb found her c**t. He began to rub it in steady, heavy circles. He was firm and deli
