The Bad Gentleman
I bite on my lower lip, fingers grabbing my breasts to give it a little shake, while the other goes down south, cupping my most intimate part.
When I close my eyes, I can still feel the presence of his fingers in me even though that happened about three hours ago, so I spread my pussy lips the same way Christian had, sliding my middle finger in, while imagining it’s his.
“Oh Christian!” I moan loudly, pinching my nipple as my finger goes in and out of me. My toes curl but I don’t stop, adding a second finger.