“Still so responsive,” he murmurs, voice thick with wonder, and he gently twists the stiff peak while his hips give a lazy roll that grinds his c**k against my swollen insides. “Still creamy and wet… and somehow wanting more.”
The sensation builds faster than either of us expects, the steady pull and tease on my n****e igniting something raw and unexpected, my c**t throbbing untouched as fresh slick coats him.
I whisper his name, shocked at the way my body tightens again, inner muscles clenching greedily around his c**k, and then it hits – a second o****m rips through me without warning, my p***y spasming even as he grunts in surprise.
“f**k, Zara… again? Just from playing with your n*****s?” he rasps, equal parts shocked and aroused, pressing closer so his chest molds to my back whil
