“God,” she moaned. “I’m so wet for you, and you haven’t even touched me here. This is all for you.” I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to touch her. “Let me help, baby. Please, can I help?” I was begging her. I sounded possessed, and maybe I was—by her. Collins nodded. “Please,” she said. I moved up closer to her, and I kept stroking my cock as I moved my other hand near her entrance. “How many fingers, baby?” I asked.
