I settle one leg over the side of the couch and lean back into the cool leather. All he has to do is look up. I teasingly run a finger around my entrance, gathering wetness on the tip of my finger and dragging it up to where my c**t pounds.
I'd dabbled before with taking care of myself, but it wasn't something I did, and nothing I'd done before had the effect that Ezra had brought forth inside me. I rubbed a slow teasing circle around my c**t, and with my free hand, I reached up and grabbed my breast, squeezing it tight until a soft little moan escaped me.
I run my fingers down. Goddess, I'm wetter than I should be at this point. I'm practically dripping all over his poor couch. Taking the wet, I rub it up and into my c**t. A deeper moan falls from my lips and I push against my fingers a
