Sara Michaels
“Kingsley…” Sara whispered under her breath, her voice barely audible as his fingers continued their slow, relentless torture beneath the tablecloth.
She was trying so hard to stay composed. Her posture was straight, her smile polite, but inside she was falling apart.
Kingsley’s two thick fingers were buried deep inside her c*m-soaked p***y, thrusting in slow, deliberate strokes while his thumb circled her swollen c**t with maddening patience.
Every curl of his fingers brushed against that sensitive spot inside her, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her body. She could feel his earlier release still leaking out around his fingers, making everything slicker and wetter with each movement.
’He’s going to make me come again right here,’ she thought, panic and over
