James
Michael surveys her, his fingers stroking up and inside her thighs....
.... Deciding whether he's going up her p***y or her ass…?
He's looking at her from a good angle. I've seen it often enough myself; her heart-shaped rear, pale and lovely, and her p***y presented to him, now swollen, wet and brilliantly red. His hands sweep over her buttocks....
.... Should have taken the opportunity to slap her up....
.... pink that up a bit....
.... before with a twist of the wrist, he inserts a finger into her p***y. She wriggles and his head tilts, eyes crinkling. He inserts another finger and she moans, shuddering and trying to rise to all fours, but he plants his palm on her back, pressing her down again.
Her eyes are squeezed closed....
“You want to come, Charlotte?" he asks, leanin
