After Divorce, I Became A Hotshot Lawyer
As he removed his fingers from my mouth, he fastened his lips against mine before sliding two digits inside me at once.
“Fuck, Francesco,” I cried into his mouth, as his fingers stretched my walls.
His response was to deepen the kiss and make it even more animalistic while simultaneously adding a third finger, filling my wet pussy.
“Ah, I love you,” I choked out, as I started bouncing on his fingers, while floating on the riverbank of lascivious feelings.
Despite the fact that Francesco's fingers were thick and long, they could never compare to the real thing.
“You always confess your love for me during sex, baby,” Francesco uttered. “Don't tell me you only love me for my cock.”
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