“Renzo...oh…Renzo!” Emily cried out as he finger-fûck turned her harder, stretching out her clitoris and extending her to lower belly.

Just how long are his fingers? How devilishly sweet is his mouth?

Is this the pleasure he kept postponing? Is this what she has been missing?

The pleasure was too much to take even when he's obviously just starting, and the speed at which his fingers railed her is beyond normal.

She could feel him deeper than when she uses her own finger to bring ...