"Just touch me,’ Andrea whined, arching impatiently against his hand. Ethan couldn’t make either of them wait any longer. Slowly, he brought his middle finger down and slid it gently over her folds; threw her head back. "God, yeah. Keep going.’ He did it again, this time his fingertip slipping between and gathering her wetness. He parted her with two fingers and found her clit, rubbing it in small circles. She cried out against his lips, and was lost. The taste of her, the smell of her, the feel of her so close against him, skin to skin. As soon as she felt that first spurt, she began to rock forward against his hand. Ethan pulled away slightly from her, only enough to slip his finger out of her but leaving her hanging precariously by a thin line of pre-come at the end of her sex. She whimpered as he slowly withdrew his finger. She didn’t want him to stop. Not yet. Not yet. She wanted him there inside of her, filling her up completely, filling her with his seed, filling every las
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