90-DAYS WET
He was stroking himself, his hand moving in a frantic, blurred motion, the friction of his palm against his sensitive head nearly driving him to an early release.
"That’s it," she whispered, her voice husky. "Look at it. You’ve fucked ninety-nine girls, Carter. You’ve seen everything, right? But you’ve never seen me."
She was getting louder, her movements more frantic, the friction of her fingers against her clit turning into a rhythmic, punishing pace. She was right on the edge, her back arching, her breasts swaying in the dim light.
Carter’s breathing was ragged, his eyes rolling back in his head as he watched the wet, rhythmic slide of her fingers. He couldn't take it anymore. The restrai
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