They fumbled with his belt and fly and then he rolled on a condom he produced from his pocket before he pushed into her, both of them groaning softly at the contact.

“You’re already wet for me,” he whispered as he slid out and back in.

“I’m always wet for you,” she moaned softly.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he said, almost to himself as he thrust into her.

She hooked her legs around his hips, crossing her ankles and squeezing him closer, deeper. She ...