SIN
Sinclair speaks as he pulls back, rolling his hips, and I groan at the feel of his cock right against my pussy; the material of his pants, the only thing acting as a barrier to stop him from pushing his cock inside my wet core.
"Do you like that, uh? Do you love the feel of my cock against your wet pussy? Does it turn you on even more? A naughty girl, you are, little Greene. " He says with a chuckle as he grinds against my core, and I moan, my hand falling back.
"Oh yes! Yes, please! More!" I have no control of the shameless words that fall through my lips, nor do I give a fuck. Especially not at this moment.