Kylie
“Yes, and yes,” I reply, and he chuckles as he slides his hand down to my thigh, stroking it before running his knuckles back up. He glides higher and higher, almost to my p***y, bunching up his shirt.
“I imagine it sometimes. I even stand here and remember it as I f**k my hand, wishing it was your pretty, tight young p***y. I felt so dirty wanting you, but I couldn’t stop, and I knew what you looked like then. The curve of your full breasts, your wide hips, and long legs…the way your ass jiggled as you dropped. The way your nose scrunched up as you came.” His hand slides higher until he grips my p***y in a hard, possessive grasp. “The way you flushed so prettily just before you came.”
“Jesse,” I gasp, pushing my p***y into his hand, dripping for him already. I need him to fill m
