I couldn't understand my own body. I felt like I wasn't myself anymore. There was an intensity in every kiss I gave him while my arms were wrapped tightly around his neck. I wanted more.
"You're making me so hard..." the man moaned, rubbing his manhood against my wetness.
"Ah, put it in..." I commanded, but he didn't listen. Instead, he moved down to kiss my breasts. I nearly went crazy with pleasure when he began to lick the tops of them. I found myself pulling his hair, my hips instinctively matching his rhythm. The moans escaping my throat were loud. I had lost all control, drowning in lust once again.
"Put it in..." I pleaded this time. But instead of entering me, I felt his fingers. One, then two. He worked them gently at first, then faster and faster the next. I wanted to moan his
