Vesper pulled the strap-on out of me slowly, leaving me gaping and leaking all over the sheets. I was still shaking, trying to catch my breath, when she unbuckled the harness and tossed it aside.
She looked down at me with dark, hungry eyes.
“Get up,” she ordered.
I barely had the strength, but I obeyed, sitting up on the bed. Vesper moved with purpose — she pushed me back down, then climbed on top of me, positioning herself so her p***y was directly above mine.
“I want to feel you,” she whispered, her voice thick with as she slapped one of my breasts before massaging the n****e. “I want your wet p***y rubbing against mine.”
She grabbed my leg and lifted it, then pressed her soaked cunt directly against mine. The moment our p*****s touched, both of us moaned loudly.
“Mmm f**k…” I gas
