The three large fingers were pushing harder now, using her slick release to help find that sweet, melting spot so deep inside. Mindlessly, she helped him by lifting her hips a tiny bit, and just like that, with that slight change of angle, he hit it, hit the hidden, secret place that she’d only ever located with her magic vibrator, the one that angled just the right way. She screamed, and Scars rubbed his thumb over her throbbing c**t.
“That’s it, baby.” He pressed on her little pearl, let up, pressed again, the whole time pushing on her g-spot in tiny, controlled thrusts. “Let it go, Zoe. Let it all f*****g go.”
“Scars…” It was a sob, a plea, a prayer. “Please… please…”
“I know, baby. You’re there… go on, now. Go over the edge. I’ll catch you, I promise.”
When she came this time, she
