He ripped the condom wrapper with his teeth. He had one arm around Casey and with the other hand unrolled the condom as he rubbed his c**k over the soft mound of her ass. His rigid desire left her panting in anticipation. He kissed her neck, her ear, and then the hand that had been stroking himself reached around and stroked her instead.
Going down on him had made her impossibly wet, and she knew he could feel it. “That’s from me?” he asked.
“Oh god, yes,” she said, moaning even more as he slid his finger inside her. When he pulled out, it was to rub insistent circles around her c**t until her legs began to tremble and buck.
Casey didn’t want any more foreplay right now. She wanted him to take her as only he could.
But Ben kept making it build. He moved his first two fingers right whe
