What is he doing to me? Nobody has ever done anything like this to me before. As soon as my thoughts slip away to Zack and how his pitiful ministrations were nothing compared to this, my Romeo grabs my chin and forces me to look him in the eye while he f***s me with his fingers.
He's got my wrists pinned above my head against the wall and I'm totally at his mercy here. And I f*****g love it. He's taking charge of this entire situation, so confident. Everything he's doing feels like a custom move designed to drive me wild. He is literally stirring my body into a frenzy with his long, thick fingers. God, if his fingers feel like this, what will his d**k be like? Zack always fumbles around in his own rush to climax without much skill at getting me there, so I usually let my mind wander off.
