Erotic Tales: Love, Lust and Romance
Anyway, there was a strange comfort in the recycled warmth of my own breath, the shallow feeling in my lungs as I gasped for air through cotton.
She fucked me with her fingers. Hard. Sometimes it hurt a little, her nails, but I was so turned on I didn’t care. I rode her hand, thrusting my hips, making her fill me again and again. It wasn’t like a cock. A cock couldn’t fuck me this fast, couldn’t slam up against me this hard. My head was buzzing. I was biting the pillow. Gina was biting my tits. God, she didn’t stop. My pussy was making all kinds of wet squelching noises as she rammed me with her fingers and I was shaking all over, loving the raw passion, and I knew she knew.