“Good girl,” I crooned, eyes sliding shut as I relished in her perfect warmth. My thighs slapped against hers, the harmony of our coupling only driving me onwards. “You’re so sweet, Celeste, you feel so good on my c**k—”
She squeaked. I could imagine the pretty shade of pink she’d turned. Her free hand moved farther south, suddenly pausing somewhere around her belly. My eyes flashed as I realized what she was contemplating.
“Go on,” I encouraged her, punctuating the request with a particularly rough thrust. “Touch yourself. Touch yourself while I f**k you.”
Celeste groaned again, but she didn’t hesitate this time. She reached down. I knew the second her fingers found her c**t when she tensed and shuddered. Her exploration didn’t stop there — a few seconds later, she reached a little far
