The sheets grow damper beneath me as more arousal leaks from my p***y, trickling down in warm rivulets while he keeps teasing me. Every stroke of his fingers pulls me deeper into the haze of need, and I push back onto his hand, craving the fullness that only he can give.
His fingers slip away, replaced by the insistent press of his c**k against my entrance, thick and hot as he nudges forward. I gasp as he sinks into me in one slow, deliberate thrust, stretching my p***y around him until he's buried to the hilt, his hips flush against my ass.
The fullness makes my toes curl, a deep ache blooming into pleasure that radiates through my core.
Locke leans over me fully now, his chest pressing firm and warm against my back. His hands slide up my arms to cover mine where they clutch the shee
