![]() ![]() ![]() So wet she’s soaking me down to the base of my finger. I insert one finger into her opening, seeking her depths. I lean over, my forehead touching hers, my eyes fixed on hers as I pull down her panties until they fall at her ankles. I push up her skirt and look at her-swollen and wet, her panties tight over her sex, the fabric damp, and my eyes fucking hurt. ![]() The need to feel her around me, to be inside her, make love to her, fuck this need inside of her simmers in my veins. I find her wet for me-ready for me-and I feel my heartbeat accelerate. “Do you remember this?” I ease my hand between her thighs, under her skirt, and caress her over her panties. My own eyes feel heavy but I can’t take them away from her, from this girl-this woman, this lady. “What do you remember, Charlotte?” My voice has thickened. I undo the next two buttons and spread her jacket open. “I remember,” she says, swallowing thickly. One flick of her eyes in that direction makes her notice. My own lungs feel constricted in my chest, and my cock is swelled to maximum capacity. I pluck open the top button of her jacket.Īt this point she’s panting visibly. ![]()
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |