Seducing Sinclair (7)
Her fingers pressed into my folds, spreading the mess I’d been holding back since the moment I saw her drop her panties. I was drenched, throbbing, and ready to explode.
She teased me, her fingertips gliding through my slít, circling my clít without mercy.
“You’re soaked,” she whispered.
“You haven’t even started yet,” I breathed. “I want you to make me cám with those pretty fingers.”
I reached behind her head, pulling her back to my chest, guiding her lips to my nípple again while her hand stroked me below. Her mouth suckled hard while her fingers slipped inside, and I knew then that she was going to ruin me.
Sinclair didn’t say a word. Her mouth stayed locked on my nípple, her tongue teasing it in circles while her fingers slipped between my legs and sank deep
