“So wet,” she moans.
I push a finger into her, and she’s not lying. “For who?” I ask.
“You.” She wiggles her shoulders, trying to relieve her hands restrained behind her back.
“Whose girl are you?” I ask, shoving another one into her.
She gasps, her t**s bouncing at the motion while she spreads her legs farther apart for me. “Yours.”
“Mine,” I remind her as I start finger-f*****g her while she sits in the passenger seat of my car.
She cries out, her legs shifting on the seat, her hips bucking and head banging on the headrest. I don’t gag her. I like the way she sounds when she’s screaming my name.
My fingers go in and out of her while my free hand pinches her n*****s. She arches her back as her cunt clamps down on my fingers while she comes.
I pull them out, and she slumps against
