Thirty

El is wet. Sopping wet. My hand slips into her trouser without breaking our kiss, I push her panties aside and slide a finger into her wetness to tease her clit. Shivers wrack her body, she moans against my lips, bites me. We break apart to stare into each other’s eyes, I flash her a seductive grin and she giggles. 

The delicate sound dies down once I shove another finger into her moisture, she moans her approval, bouncing slightly on my dick. Her mouth latches onto my neck, she grinds against my groin, nibbling on the skin behind my ear while her hands roam my chest, tug on my nipples through the material of my shirt.

Tingles erupt on my spine, my fingers make a home between her legs. I hiss at her slickness, her smooth, hairless pubis is exactly how I love it. Her juice coats my palm, her cunt welcomes another digit. I need to be inside her now. Tugging on her waistband, I try and fail to locate the fly of her trouser. Frustration courses through me as I t