ALL YOURS, DADDY
The wet squelching sounds filled the booth as I pumped them in and out.
“They’re sliding so easily,” I moaned, eyes fluttering shut. “My walls are hot and silky, gripping my fingers like they wish they were your thick dick. Every time I push in deep, more cream coats my hand. My clit is pulsing… I want to rub it so badly but I’m waiting for you to tell me I can.”
“Rub your clit,” he ordered, breathing heavier. “Fast circles. Don’t stop talking.”
I pressed my slick thumb against my swollen nub and rubbed tight, frantic circles while my three fingers kept thrusting.