If I was floating on cloud thirty-five two seconds ago, I’m officially rocketed straight to cloud seventy now.
I don't know how Trey is doing it–how his huge ringed shaft can keep grinding over my drenched c**t while his fingers pump in and out of my ass–but my brain has totally been fried by the pleasure.
"Ah! Ahhh! Trey–oh God, Trey!" The shameless noises pouring from my lips don't even sound like me anymore. I'm practically screaming, my arched back straining and my hands clawing at the sink uselessly.
"Now that's f*****g better," he growls, delivering a slap across my left breast.
"AAAH! Trey–please!"
"Please what, sweetheart?"
"I-I need more!" I sob out. I’m way past the point of caring. Pride, dignity, self-respect–it’s all been tossed out the window.
A dark laugh leaves him
