A grin popped up on his face when he noticed her discomfort. He stood in front of her and went down on his knees.
"Are you mad that I let go of you?"
Orla nodded in response.
"Did I say anything about using your words?" He asked sternly.
"Yes, you did," Orla responded audibly.
"Good," he touched her slinky lace panties and pulled them down to her knees, revealing her bare cunt. It was so small and inviting his hard c**k, he shut his eyes for a second and opened them back. "So, are you mad?" He plunged his middle finger into her cunt and Orla responded by yelling out in pleasure. "Are you mad at me, Orla?" He added two fingers, then three and slowly, he slid in and out of her. "Gosh, you are so wet for me."
Her juice coated his fingers as he deliciously stroked her c******s. Clean fo
