Alex's fingers never slowed. He drove them into me with a steady, dominating rhythm—deep, deliberate strokes that made my inner walls flutter and grip around the thick intrusion. My dress remained bunched uselessly around my waist, panties shoved crudely to the side, leaving my dripping p***y completely exposed to his relentless touch. Every filthy squelch of his fingers pumping in and out echoed obscenely in the tight space.
"Listen to that greedy little cunt," he growled low against my ear, voice rough with command. "Soaking my hand like a desperate w***e. You love being finger-f****d by your stepfather while a player stands right outside, don't you?"
I moaned helplessly into his palm, my hips bucking back against him in shameless need. His massive erection throbbed hot and heavy
