SIN BETWEEN THE SHEETS
My back arched, and I clung to his shoulders.
"You like being fingered by your best friend’s dad?" he growled into my ear, fucking me with his hand.
"Yes… please don’t stop."
His fingers went harder, faster, wet sounds filling the room as I moaned shamelessly. My legs trembled. My head dropped back.
"You're gonna come all over my hand, you filthy little thing."
I shattered with a cry, clenching around his fingers as he watched me, eyes dark with lust.
I was still panting when he pulled his fingers out of me—wet, glistening, coated in my mess. He held them up to my lips.
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