“That’s not fair,” she gasped. With a thrust of her hips, she tried to gain more pressure, but he backed his hand away to elude her frantic movement. “Hey!”
“Hey yourself. God, you’re perfect, Gracie. Just look at you.”
“Don’t tease me, Mark. Touch me.” Her hips twitched again, and he decided that teasing had its limits. He wanted to give her pleasure, as much pleasure as possible. He moved the thin panel of fabric aside and found her slick folds with his fingers.
“Oh my gosh,” she gasped.
He smiled to himself. Before this was over, he was going to get more than a “gosh” out of his Gracie.
His Gracie? Where did that come from?
He shoved the thought aside and focused on the slide of his hand against her sweet, slippery p***y. Her c**t swelled against his fingers, hard and eager and de
