His response was to drive two thick digits inside her and immediately curve them against her G-spot, making her gasp and grip the edge of the worktop until her fingers ached. Her internal muscles fluttered around him, silently begging for more. Only she didn’t want more fingers—she wanted his c**k.
Fortunately, he seemed well aware of that fact and, now seemingly satisfied she was ready for him, pulled his hand away and replaced it with his d**k. He rubbed the head up and down her swollen labia a few times before letting out a sound of exasperation—possibly at his own impatience—and entering her in one smooth thrust.
Kim moaned at the delicious intrusion, the stretching of her walls, the sparking of her nerve endings, the strong, rough hands on her hips. She shoved backwards, driving him
