Dirty Christmas
He plunged two fingers in, pumping hard, thumb grinding my clit.
I gasped, legs buckling, grabbing his shoulders. "Yes, Alex! Finger-fuck me. Make me cum on your hand." The wet sounds filled the room, holiday music faintly playing from the radio, mocking our sin.
He curled his fingers, hitting that spot inside, and I shattered, pussy clenching, juices squirting over his palm. "That's it, soak me," he rasped, licking his fingers clean, eyes feral. "Taste so sweet. Now, on your knees."