Without another word, she pressed her p***y against my thigh. She roughly made out with me. My lips struggled to keep up with hers. The long, nimble fingers of her right hand caressed their way down my body. She then stuck two of them through my slippery, wet opening. The unexpected, instant fullness caused me to gasp against her mouth. As soon as she began to f**k me, I felt her s*x grinding against my skin. The marked change in both pace and intensity was unmistakable.
Whereas her mouth had dotingly guided me to the edge earlier, her fingers were now ardently driving me to the precipice straightaway... With her on top of me and inside me, I could barely breathe. Even if I didn't want to, I had to stop kissing her due to my need for oxygen. I heard her release a disappointed grunt as she
