54 - Fred

Becca rode my finger and my face, moaning softly, in a way that was impossible to be just because of the emotion of sex in public. One of her feet stood on my shoulder, as she pushed herself further back in order to have her pleasure.

Every time she shook around my fingers, I felt my cock imitating the same pulse, wanting to be inside all that humidity and forget the rest of the world. I focused all my movements on her clitoris, beating her tongue delicately and with regular movements for her to cum.

When Becca reached her orgasm, she tilted her head against the mirror and moaned a little louder. She trembled whole against my finger, and I only removed it when she stopped contracting. My face smelled her, and I stood up in front of Becca to kiss her again.

She accepted the kiss, moaning in an almost feline way, as she wrapped me again with her legs. The way she did that, with so much strength and emotion, almost made me understand that she would never reach orgasm with another again.