SWEET SPOT
Her mouth fell open in a silent cry, breathing coming in soft, shaky gasps.
“You’re doing so good for me,” I continued, my voice husky. “Look at you, taking two fingers so beautifully. My perfect girl.”
Her moans grew a little louder, hips starting to move against my hand. I kept the pace slow and deliberate, thrusting my fingers deeper while my thumb circled her swollen clit.
“You feel so warm and wet around my fingers,” I groaned. “I can’t wait to feel this tight pussy around my cock one day. But for now, just let me make you feel good, okay? Be a good girl and cum for me when you’re ready.”