She ground down harder, faster. “You’re...sick.”
He used both hands to pull her a*s cheeks apart, wriggled a finger against her anus.
She gasped.
“Are you sore here from your vecking, baby? I’ll go easy on your sweet little pucker.”
He swallowed her moan with a hot, demanding kiss, tongue l*****g into her mouth, twining with hers.
“Tomis,” she panted, when their lips broke apart.
He leaned his forehead against hers, helped her rock her delicious pelvis over his thigh with one hand on her a*s, while a finger from the other hand continued to massage her back hole.
“I am sick, starshine. You make me so vecking feverish, I can’t even see straight.”
A needy, impatient cry came from her lips, and she fumbled frantically at his pants.
“Oh stars, no.” His palm shot to cover hers, pressing
