I need him. And then it’s a mess of new sensations: the cold of the lube, his fingers inside me, slowly working me open before hitting the jackpot spot that electrifies my body and has Oliver laughing softly at my reaction. My prostate is previously uncharted territory, but with Oliver, I’m in the hands of a capable explorer. He continues until I’m writhing, squirming, begging for him.
Least sexy sex i've read in a while. Feels like the author isnt that interested in writing this.
