~~Kent~~
Her leg trembled as I lifted it, propping it up on the counter, spreading her wide open just for me. Her p***y glistened under the kitchen light, swollen, dripping, begging to be ruined.
I slid two fingers inside her again, knuckles deep, pumping slow at first, twisting them so she felt every ridge, every curl. My mouth stayed greedy—tongue flicking over her clit while my teeth scraped lightly at her mound, biting at her soft skin, tugging at her hairs until she shivered.
Her cries tore through the room, raw, broken.
“God—please… please don’t stop… f**k—”
I didn’t. I couldn’t. My c**k was hard as a rock, straining against my jeans, but I wasn’t letting go of her cunt. Not yet. I wanted her wrecked.
I switched my rhythm, thrusting my fingers vertically, grinding them deep ins
