Cassie.
“f**k… Dante…” I yelp, the sound ripping from my throat as he thrusts two thick fingers in and out of my dripping p***y, curling them hard against my front wall, hitting that spot that makes stars explode behind my eyes.
The hood’s metal warms under my back, but his fingers are fire—pumping relentless, knuckles dragging my slick walls, saliva and juices squelching obscenely with every plunge.
My hips buck wild, chasing the rhythm, thighs quivering in his iron grip.
He yanks them out suddenly, leaving me empty and whining, p***y clenching around nothing.
Before I can beg, he lowers his head, hands clamping my thighs wider, spreading me like a feast.
His tongue drags flat and slow up my clit—hot, wet pressure that sends shocks through my core.
“Oh yes! Yeah… right there, p
