After she rode my d**k and got a second load of come in her p***y, I held her like I always did. When she started kissing me a few minutes later, I thought it was harmless as she was probably exhausted by now, so I let it happen. Only when she put my hand between her legs and guided my fingers in her come soaked p***y did I speak.
"What's happening?" I asked against her lips, slowly fingering her p***y.
"This is called f*****g, Scott," she sassed me, her hand grabbing my sensitive soft d**k.
"Baby you're exhausted and you've already been f****d three times tonight," I protested, but my fingers didn't leave her p***y anymore than hers stopped working my d**k.
I kept telling myself how innocent it all was. That she couldn't possibly want more than to fool around a little.
Until her sult
