With his scent in my lungs, his taste in my mouth, and his slick on my fingers, I wouldn’t be able to let go. He humped my belly and circled his hips, seeking my fingers. I slid one into him, and we both groaned in unison. He was so fucking wet. The slick dripped down my hand when I moved my finger in and out. His hole was loose, the flesh hot and silky smooth, his juices thick like syrup.
