“Grip my fingers, show me how much you want my dick,” he orders. I squeeze my internal muscles and push back onto him, silently begging him to move, and growling with frustration when he pulls his fingers free and doesn’t immediately replace them with his dick. “Huck,” I whine. “Tell me what you want, baby,” he taunts. “I want you to fuck me.” “How do you want it, Peaches? Do you want me to take it nice and slow, tease you until the only thing you can do is beg for me to let you come, or do you want it hard and fast like you belong to me, like you’re my own personal fuck toy?”
