Chapter 142

I smile and bring my wet fingers to her clit, rubbing it in slow, tight circles that force me to hold onto her even tighter as she starts to writhe beneath me. Her tits press into my arm, and I can feel how hard her nipples are. The thought of wrapping my mouth around them is driving me crazy. I cup one in my hand, running my thumb over her hard nipple, resisting the urge to rip her top off and feel that perfect tit against my skin.

She whimpers and starts to move her hips against me.

“I need you to be a good girl and cum for me.”

I slide my finger into her pussy again and slowly start to finger her, making sure to hit her clit with every movement. She digs her heels into the sand, struggling to keep control of herself. When her moans threaten to become loud enough to be noticeable, I move my hand from her tit to her head and cradle her against my neck.

My whole world narrows down to nothing except the wet slickness of her pussy, the feel of her small body writhing against me, the hea