I moaned heavily before I’d even inserted my finger, deeply affected by Clint’s words alone. He had a dirty mouth and by the Goddess I was loving it. I was too wet for a single finger to give me what I needed, and almost instantly added a second.
“Tell him that,” Lyra instructed.
“I’ve put a second finger in. One wasn’t enough.” Clint groaned in response.
“I’m so fu.cking hard for you, Tori,” Clint growled. “The things I’d do to you if you were here…”
“Like what?” I purred inquisitively. Clint didn’t hesitate.
“I’d have one hand holding your wrists in place above your head and the other squeezing your perky little brea.st while I fuc.ked you deep,” he growled out. I felt my breathing change as his mental picture became mine, too.
“I’d have my legs wrapped around your back, pulling yo
