Marcus’s fingers moved with growing purpose, no longer hesitant. Two thick digits slid deep inside Celine’s soaked p***y while his thumb rubbed firm, perfect circles over her swollen c**t. She gasped sharply, her back arching under the blanket as intense pleasure shot through her body.
“Oh god… Marcus…” she moaned, her voice shaky and needy.
He leaned closer, his hot breath brushing her neck. “You’re so f*****g wet, Celine,” he growled softly. “You’ve been thinking about this for a long time, haven’t you?”
She nodded frantically, her hand still stroking his massive c**k through his pants. It felt huge — thick, pulsing, and rock hard in her grip. “Yes… for years. Please don’t stop.”
He didn’t. His fingers curled inside her, hitting that perfect spot over and over again. Wet, obscene sou
