Deep in and out he went. He built up a steady rhythm fast, not waiting for me to adjust.
"Like what?" he demanded. "What dirty thoughts were you having while you sat here pretending to be good?"
"f**k, Scott," I howled, my p***y so tender with anticipation I felt like I was on the verge already.
"Tell me," he ordered. "Tell me what you wanted me to do to this pussy."
"I wanted, oh dear God, I wanted you to kiss it," I mumbled, in a lust induced haze.
He lowered me down onto my back, grabbed one of my thighs and kissed above my clit, his fingers still pumping in and out of me.
"Lick it, suck on it," I said between pants, encouraged by his attentiveness.
He pulled his fingers out of me, grabbed onto both of my thighs, and went to work following my instructions. He licked me, starting
