The Devil’s Game
Gianna shifted the thin strap of her panties to the side, her fingers brushing against Bernard's hard dick. She wrapped her hand around it, feeling the hardness, the heat, the way the veins popped along its length.
God, she loved this. Loved the weight of it in her hand, the way it throbbed under her touch.
She felt the sticky liquid at the tip and smiled. He wanted this just as much as she did.
For a moment, she had the thought to lick it, to take him in her mouth and make him lose his mind. But the way her pussy throbbed, aching and wet, she couldn't wait. She needed to feel him inside her. That very second.