Seraphina
Dimitri’s fingers worked faster and harder, the sounds absolutely filthy. My cream was coating his hands, dripping down to join the bathwater.
I was making a mess and I didn't care.I couldn't think about anything except the pleasure consuming me. I couldn’t stop the moans which spilled out of my lips as I moved against his fingers.
"That's it," Dimitri praised roughly. "Make a mess all over me. Coat my hands with your c*m like a good girl."
I came again, harder this time, my vision whiting out as my p***y clamped down on his fingers. My ass clenched around the finger there and I heard him groan, felt his c**k pulse against my stomach.
"f**k, you're going to kill me," He muttered. "But what a way to go."
Before I could recover, he was moving, lifting me like I weighed nothi
