Cricket
“So fuckin’ wet, baby,” he rasped, and sucked my c**t.
“Again, that’s on you, bub,” I retorted.
He chuckled and slid out from under me, shifting me so I was on all fours. “Cheek to the mattress, Cricket.”
I obliged immediately, and he lifted my hips, running his finger around the tight ring. “One day, baby, I’m gonna take this.” He slid his finger over my wetness and moved it to my very forbidden area.
“I bet I can find a toy for that at the warehouse,” I panted out. “Remind me to check when I go back.”
“You’re never goin’ back. Regardless, you won’t need me to remind you,” he said, kissing the rise of my bottom. “You’re never gonna forget this.”
He wasn’t wrong, and I groaned with need.
“Finger your c**t, baby,” he ordered, and I reached back.
His c**k slid inside me, sl
