DANTE
“Yes,” she cried as I worked on her c**t again, circling, rubbing, and sucking. I watched her, memorizing the way her teeth sunk into her bottom lip, growing painfully aroused by the sight of her n*****s pouting and growing rosier by the second.
Those gorgeous thighs trembled, even as they clenched around my head, telling me she was close. When her breathy whimpers grew louder, I added a second finger, crooking and rotating it inside her one minute, thrusting it in and out the next.
“Oh, baby. f**k. Dante, please.”
Blasted by satisfaction, I drew hard on her c**t one final time, rolling it on my tongue. She shook on the bed, rattling the cuffs. Knowing I’d f**k her soon, I added a third finger just as she came, but I didn’t cease my thrusting. While her climax still quaked throu
