“My,” said Vincent, impressed by the intensity of her orgasm. “What a greedy little girl you are.”
Gretel blushed, but it was clear Vincent meant no condemnation by his words. She shifted on his lap, and as she did so she felt unmistakeably the hardness of his c**k against her buttocks. Evidently her passion had aroused him too. He pulled her skirts up as she sat on his lap, her back against his chest, then reached down to unbutton his breeches. With a dexterity that could only have been born from much practice, he slid his c**k into Gretel’s by now aching cunt. After her orgasm, it was a pleasure of a different nature simply to feel herself being f****d, not trying to bring herself to a climax, simply enjoying the man’s desire for her.
