Emily bucked her hips as fingers traced her vaginal opening, fingertips barely penetrating her as he smirked down at her.
“It’s like you’ve put me under some kind of spell,” he whispered, marveling at the feel of her body under his fingertips. She brought her hand down to wrap her fist around CJ’s hard c**k. Marveling at the velvet feel of his wet skin, her other hand gripping his upper arm as he teased her body open.
CJ tangled his hand into her wet hair as his lips crashed into hers, his fingers slowly entering her tight wet heat. He groaned against her lips as she matched his teasingly slow pace, her thumb brushing over the head of his c**k before sliding back over his shaft.
He bucked into her hand, urging her to stroke him faster as he picked up his pace. Adding another fing
