I smiled, slow and wicked, and deliberately clenched my p***y around his fingers. “I’ve wanted this for two years, Nikolai. Every time you called me ‘little sis’ or walked around shirtless after the gym… I went to my room and f****d myself thinking about sitting on your c**k exactly like this.”
His fingers pumped deeper, faster, making wet, obscene sounds that definitely carried through the mic. My juices were coating his hand and dripping onto his sweatpants. I reached behind me, tugged the waistband of his pants down just enough to free his c**k.
It sprang out, heavy and thick, the head already glistening with pre-c*m. God, it was beautiful — veined, flushed dark, curving slightly upward. I wrapped my hand around as much of it as I could and stroked him slowly, twisting at the head the
