When I pulled back, his c**k still twitched in my hand, glistening from my mouth.
My chest rose and fell fast, and I wiped my lips with the back of my hand, looking up at him.
The raw, dazed hunger in his eyes made my whole body throb with need.
I stood slowly, the taste of him still lingering in my mouth and the ache in my p***y now unbearable – wetness slick and heavy, soaking through my panties.
I turned around so my back was facing him now.
My hand slid down, trembling with urgency of my need, until one finger hooked the thin band of my panties.
I dragged it aside and gasped softly as the cool air met my swollen heat.
I could feel how wet I was, dripping, shameless. My fingers brushed against myself, and I whimpered at my own touch. But I didn’t linger.
I wanted him.
No –
