“If it’s not the house that’s got you this worked up, what is it, Ellie?” he repeats. “I… I don’t know…” “Yes, you do,” he says. His fingers glide up and down, exploring every bit of my pussy, circling around my clit, and then he inserts them into my opening. “Oh god.” “Tell me… what has you this excited?” he asks again. “You,” I whisper. “Good girl,” he says and then slams his lips onto mine.
