She laughed softly against my neck, that low, filthy sound that always made my cunt clench, and slid two fingers straight back inside me like she’d never left.
They went in so easily, so f*****g easily, because I was still swollen and dripping from the last round. The wet sound was obscene, slick and loud in the quiet bedroom. Her palm pressed flat against my c**t, fingers curled just right, and I arched off the mattress with a broken moan.
“Listen to that greedy little p***y,” she murmured, her lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Still sucking me in like it’s starving. You’re making such a mess, baby.”
I couldn’t answer, I could only spread my legs wider, heels digging into the sheets, hips rolling to create a rhythm with her hand. She pumped slowly at first, deliberate, dragging her f
