Chapter 2
His voice was rougher now, his hand moving faster on his shaft, the wet sound of skin on skin filling the car.
I pushed a finger into my tight hole, the walls gripping it eagerly, slick sounds accompanying each thrust.
My free hand strained against the belt, wanting to touch my n****e, but I couldn’t reach.
The edging built torturously, my breaths coming in gasps, hips rolling to chase more friction.
Sweat trickled down my back, my p***y aching, juices running down to my ass crack.
I’m so close, the pressure coiling tight in my gut.
His c**k looks ready to burst, head purple and shiny. If he doesn’t let me c*m soon, I’ll explode anyway.
Why does holding back make it hurt so good?
Time blurred, minutes of teasing myself, stopping just as the orgasm crested, leaving me whi
