SILAS

My fingers sank into the wet crease over the soft fabric of her panties.

I stroked her vulva up and down, pressing harder on that sensitive spot that should’ve driven her crazy.

She was soaked, needy.

“Sshh, aahhh,” she arched her back, lost in her desire, her fists clenching the sheets, my entire body practically on top of hers on the bed.

I pushed the fabric aside and dove into the sin between her legs.

Soft and wet, slippery, trembling, delicious…

I toyed with her intimacy; my kisses trailed up her neck, where her moans vibrated against my lips.

I rubbed her clit, stretched it slightly, and ran my fingertip over it, moving it up and down; it hardened and throbbed under my vigorous touch.

“More…” I felt her hand gripping my hair, and I closed my eyes, savoring her touch.

I wanted her to touch me too, to crave me, to have her lips melt against my skin, my cock… my mouth. I slid a finger inside her pussy, penetrating her slowly, feeling the quiver of her vaginal muscles.

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