103: Pain and pleasure

"Oh. Oh. Oh," she exclaimed, her body jolting once more as I introduced a third finger and pressed the tip of my thumb against her puckered opening. It crossed my mind that she had actually worn her plug. Was it a sign of hope to see me again, or was it a gesture of respect?

The thought intrigued me, causing a series of low growls to escape my throat as I lavished attention on her sensitive clit. I couldn't tear my gaze away from her, captivated by every reaction and tremor that coursed through her body. Increasing the intensity, I quickened my pace, my movements more forceful, deliberately curling my fingers to target her G-spot.

Her response was immediate, a cry replacing her earlier soft sounds. My God, she was driving me to the brink of madness, my throbbing cock reaching its limits. Did she realize the effect she had on me? Did she comprehend that it was I who was losing control? Sensing her shallow breaths, I slowed my actions, relishing in a deliberate and unhurried rhythm of