Chapter 57

David's words were crude and unrefined. So why did they make her pussy clench and more wetness spill over his cock as she rubbed along it? She looked down at his unshaven face, spotted with paint and flushed with passion and it was so beautiful, so dear it made something in her chest hurt, echoing the ache in her womb. She rubbed her slit harder against his cock and he closed his eyes and groaned but still his fingers pinched and pulled on her swollen nipples.

"Lean forward and lift up just a touch."

She trusted him implicitly to see to both of their pleasure, so she did as he asked. She whimpered when he let go of one nipple but murmured approval when he slid that hand down between them to stroke at her open folds.

"So wet, so hot."