Emma Hix & September Reign - Super Horny Fun Time

She had been teasing herself for an hour, fingers slick between her thighs. When he finally joined her on the couch his hand found her wrist and moved it aside. He replaced it with his own—larger, warmer, rougher. Two fingers entered her without preamble. She hissed through her teeth and lifted her hips so he could reach deeper. His thumb settled on her clit and made slow circles until her breath came in short, wet gasps. Her silk dress bunched at her waist, forgotten. He watched her face, not her cunt, as though every twitch of her mouth mattered more than the mess on his fingers. When she climaxed, it was almost quiet, a shudder that ran from cunt to calves. He left his hand inside her until the aftershocks passed, then brought it to her mouth for a lazy taste.