CHRISTOPHER
he murmured biting my lower lip.
"And I wish there was no fabric," I gasped licking his lips before digging my nails into his scalp. "Do something, Chris. Make me feel good.”
Nodding, he pushed the fabric aside and God, at the first touch of his fingers against my clit I wanted to scream.
“Like this?” Chris whispered pulling away to try to see my face, "What do you like, Helena?"
"Just like that," I exclaimed, moving against his hand when he started making circular motions with his fingers. "Oh, Chris... Yes!"
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