I ordered again, inserting two fingers into her sweet p***y.
"Oh, yes... that, Dylan," she moaned again, breathing heavily but not shying away from my touch, as I had commanded.
"That's it, my sweet queen... call for me, command me. Make me give you what's rightfully yours," I whispered, feeling her p***y tighten around my fingers with desire, envisioning how delicious it would be when she clenched my c**k with the same intensity.
Her thighs trembled, and I felt as an orgasm built within her core and multiplied with the thrusts of my fingers inside her, which were rough and pleasurable.
"Dylan... Dylan," she begged, pressing her biceps.
A whisper so low, I could barely believe it, as if imploring the gods to let this moment pass. I worked my tongue to keep her on the brink of orgasm,
