ANDREA
I bit my lips stopping the moans from coming out as my hands flickered in my core, pressing hard.
I was leaning against the wall, one of my legs propped on the edge of the sink,and my eyes squeezed shut not against the bright morning light that shone through the window, but to get lost in my imagination.
Oh Him.
Fred.
It wasn't Jason's face I was imagining, it was Fred, the way he has always f****d him, I was imagining my hands were his.
And he was the one working his fingers in me.
I remembered his tongue licking hard on my c**t, sucking my bud while I fingered myself and a full body-shiver surged through me as i thought of that.
I imagined it, adding his thumb together with his tongue, rubbing maddening circles over my c**t as he licked.
My breath hitched, coming in short
