At the touch of his deft fingers reaching inside my panties, I grew wetter, and a frenzy of fire stormed through my veins, rocking me into him. "Ah, I knew you would be wet." I tensed and fought a low moan in my throat. "Ah, so tight." "Does Katja fight you?" The slippery lubricant allowed him to slide a thick finger easily inside. I gasped and clenched around him. When his finger hit my clit, I trembled, gripping his biceps. My head dropped to his chest. "Not how I want her to," he whispered against my neck. For some bizarre reason, that pleased me. I loved how I was able to give him
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