His other hand unbuttoned my jeans, delving inside, rubbing my wet entrance. His middle finger slipped between lips, finding my clit, stroking lazy circles. I clamped my thighs shut, but he forced them apart with his knee.
“Wet again. Pathetic.” He grunted, pumping two fingers in, out my p***y, the squelch was audible over the paused game menu. My head fell back on his shoulder, breaths coming short as he curled them, hitting that ridge. “Say it….say you want my cock.”
I bit my lip hard, the taste of blood was sharp but the pressure kept building. “I... want your cock.” I whispered, rocking my hips into his hands.
He withdrew, his fingers wet with my juice. “Suck clean.” He grunted, smearing my lips with his fingers before shoving them in my mouth.
I did, tongue swirling around the sal
