Daciana’s pov
His hands moved back and forth between my breasts. He pushed the tips of his fingers into the soft skin of my p***y, massaging my c**t lightly. He sucked on my earlobe while his fingers circled my c**t harder and faster. “Tell me what you want, pretty girl.” He spoke softly, pressing another soft kiss to the sensitive spot behind my ear.
I gasped.
“I.. please...” I stammered.
His fingers moved faster against my c**t, rubbing it faster and harder with every movement. “Say it, baby. Tell me what you want.”
“Please... I need you.” I sobbed, my fingers digging into the counter.
I felt him smile on my shoulder. “Say it,” he repeated, pressing a kiss on my neck.
“Make me come!” I begged, clenching my teeth hard to hold back a scream, my hips jerking wildly against his hand.
