Her breath hitched sharp and loud, and her legs spasmed, spreading wider on the table.
Her heels scraped the edge of the table as her thighs parted obscenely.
Her p***y lips blooming open like a wet invitation, leaving shiny trail leading down to her asshole.
He middle finger tapped the middle of her p***y, and it gave a very wet pop. He taped again, and again, and again.
Then her rest his palm on her p***y.
She let out a raw, desperate gasp, the sound punched straight into my throbbing c**t.
“f**k—oh f**k, yes, touch me there.”
He didn’t move yet.
Just held his hand there, letting her heat soak into his skin, her juices were dripping more now, coating his palm.
He move his face teasingly beside her ear.
“That's a lot of juice for me,” he whispered. “This greedy little girl's go
