Kelsey
I feel my entire body begin to twitch as his rough hands slide down my thighs, stopping at my ass as he starts squeezing. My p***y is slick, wetness pooling in between my folds. His touch ignites something deep and sinister from within, begging to come out. The burn of his hand is still imprinted against my skin but even through the pain - I yearn for more.
I spread my legs apart and press my elbows against the fine grain of the wood, feeling it etch against my skin. His fingertips slide across the band of my panties where he plays with the fabric for a minute before carefully pulling them down. Every second that passes by feels like a damn eternity, my body begging to be taken by him. “f**k,” he mutters, making me more wet; the dire need to become undone growing wild like a for
