The next morning I woke up feeling Ink's fingers exploring my sore, lower lips. Even though my body went through a lot last night I was already wet and ready thanks to his caresses.
"Good Morning, Mo." - he whispered into my ear.
"Hi." - I said timidly, suddenly very self conscious after all the whiskey left my system and my judgment wasn't clouded anymore.
"That was the best night of my life." - he said truthfully, kissing my shoulder while his fingers were playing with my sensitive bud.
My breathing became faster, he was working on me good and I forgot all about being shy and spread my legs wider giving his hand a better access.
"Mm hmm, you are already wet and perfect, would you like to try again?" - he asked, not stopping his circular movement and rubbing his already hard c**
