He stroked me slowly, parting my folds, thumb circling my clit with deliberate pressure. “So wet already,” he growled, free hand pinning my wrist above my head. The mirror reflected us….my flushed face, his hungry gaze as he plunged two fingers inside me, curling them to hit that spot that made my knees buckle. I bit my lip to stifle a cry, but he f****d me with his hand relentlessly, the wet sounds echoing obscenely in the confined air.
“That's it,” he whispered, his c**k straining against his zipper as he rubbed it against my hip. He withdrew his fingers, bringing them to my lips. “Taste yourself.” I sucked them clean, the salty tang of my arousal flooding my mouth, while he unzipped his pants. His c**k sprang free, thick and veined, the head already glistening with pre-c*m.
He spun me
