She came so hard I felt it all—every pulse—as her p***y spasmed around my fingers and squirted.
All over me.
She was soaking everything, and she didn’t even care. She was moaning like she’d been possessed, her thighs shaking, her hands gripping the chair like it was the only thing keeping her grounded as I kept f*****g her through it.
“You just squirted all over me,” I growled, dragging my mouth up to hers. “God, baby, look at you. So f****d out already and I haven’t even given you my cock.”
She was crying now, but not from pain. From pleasure. From the kind of relief that made her whole body let go. And I kissed her, before standing up and yanking my pants down with one hand.
My c**k sprang free, thick, hard, leaking for her.
Her eyes widened the second she saw it, like she forgot h
