P*rnstation
The city lights blurred below, the risk of someone spotting us from another building making my pussy clench tighter.
“Cum for me,” he growled against my folds, his voice vibrating through my core. His fingers slid into my pussy, three at once, stretching me wide, curling against my G-spot. I screamed, my body shaking, the storm’s roar swallowing my cries as I came, gushing over his face.
My pussy pulsed, soaking his chin, rain washing my juices down his neck. I panted, my thighs trembling, but Dax didn’t stop, his tongue lapping slower now, teasing my oversensitive clit. I moaned, my body buzzing, already craving more.