Before she could react, two fingers slipped into her. Her body convulsed immediately, followed by a loud cry of his name as he pumped in and out of her fast. She squeezed his fingers every time, more liquid running down with every thrust.

The scent of her arousal was like the most scented perfume his lungs had ever had the privilege to inhale, and every cell in him died to know what she tasted like.

"Tell me you like this," He urged, driving every inch into her, " And Tell me you need more of ...