Before she had a chance to answer him, he flipped her over and pinned her beneath him.
He traced the rim of her p***y, spreading her slickness up to her c**t and back down, a maddening, teasing rhythm. "So f*****g wet," he growled, finally sinking one thick finger inside her up to the second knuckle. Quin cried out, her back arching off the bed as he curled that finger, stroking a spot deep inside that made her vision white out.
He began a slow, deliberate pump, in and out, the slick sounds of her arousal filling the air alongside her ragged breaths. He added a second finger, stretching her, filling her as he began to scissor them inside, opening her up, all while his thumb worked merciless circles over her c**t.
The dual sensation was overwhelming, a relentless, skilled assault that
