
She Touched Herself Just to Make Him Lose Cont
She stretched out on the white sheets like she owned the night, pink hair spilled everywhere, fingers already digging into the soft weight of her own breasts while she watched him with those glowing green eyes. Every slow squeeze made her hips roll and a soft, wet sound escape her lips, the black lace barely covering anything as she arched for him.
“Come here and finish what I started,” she whispered, voice low and thick with need, pinching harder until her back left the mattress.
He didn’t make her wait. Hands replaced hers in a heartbeat, rough and hungry, and she moaned into his mouth like she’d been waiting all day for exactly this.