Don't muffle your moans

Not for the first time, I was tempted to ask why he seemed to hate his father, but I didn't do that.

Or, you can say he didn't allow me to speak before he slid a finger into my pussy, which clamped down it, eager for some action down there.

'And she claimed she's not a slut.' Chels scoffed, giving me this urge to either seek her out or knock her on the head — an impossible task.

“I love the way you squirm when I do this,” he curled the finger in before he began to slowly slide it out, only to slip it in.

“Fucking hell!” I cried out, widening my legs as my chest heaved. Sweat gathered on my forehead as my breathing increased. I was panting like an animal in heat — something that's not far from the truth.

He leaned down and ripped my nightgown off my body in one tug, leaving me naked, with my hard nipples pointing straight at him.

“Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you look when you are naked?” He inserted another finger, adding to the one he already had.

“No,” I breathed out,