Addicted To His Touch {AN MM COLLECTION}
Daniel stepped behind Clara, hands exploring the curve of her hips, then dipping lower, his fingers parting her slick pussy with practiced ease.
Clara’s breath hitched, her head tilting back against Daniel’s chest, eyes locked on Michael’s as she deepened her rhythm on his cock.
“Touch me,” she whispered, voice raw and desperate.
Michael’s hands obeyed, sliding beneath Clara’s robe to cup her heavy breasts, thumbs teasing her swollen nipples until she gasped, hips bucking into Daniel’s palm.
Daniel’s fingers curled inside her dripping pussy, slow and firm, while Clara’s mouth wrapped around Michael’s cock again, hot and wet, lips sliding over him with delicious greed.