I FEEL SO FULL.
It’s not the kind of fullness where you feel like you’ve been stuffed with emotions — no, it’s more physical. Dmitry’s three fingers are buried deep inside my p***y, not moving, and my head is thrown back to rest on the mirror behind me, my mouth is still open on a scream, and eyes shut closed. I am deeply aware of the sweat that’s trailing between my breasts down to my stomach, but that does nothing to help or quench the surge of desire surging through my veins.
And I want more. I want more. I want his c**k.
As if he can hear my thoughts, Dmitry leans in and murmurs. “f**k, did you hear that scream?” Then, he nips at the skin of the hollow space between my neck. “Would you give me a louder one when I fill you up with my c**k? Hmm?” When I don’t say anything, but only m
