Finn

Scarlett turned in my arms, pressing her forehead to mine.

“I love you,” she breathed, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest.

“I love you too.”

“Ah,” she screamed as my finger gently made its way inside her, beginning to pleasure her. She moaned with delight as my movements started, slow and deliberate, before gradually increasing in pressure and speed. Her moans grew louder and more insistent, filling the room with her desire.

“Yes,” she ...