"Did you enjoy that?" he asks, and I nod, my throat growing sorer by the second.
He zips up his pants, and I actually sigh in disappointment. I'd hoped he'd make love to me now, soft and sweet, on this duvet. Instead he kneels beside me, his hand tracing a path down my stomach as he kisses my neck. He yanks my soaked panties down, and I buck my p***y into his hand once his fingers brush against my c**t. He smacks me down there, hard, but even that pain is pleasure.
"Slow," he whispers into my ear.
I lay there unmoving, my whole body taut from the effort of doing so. He rewards me by stroking my needy c**t. My breaths are coming in short jabs, turning into a whimper as he inserts two fingers into me, stretching me open.
He starts pumping them in and out, while rubbing my c**t with his t
