I kept my fingers buried deep inside her—three now, curled upward, stroking that spongy spot over and over with steady, relentless pressure. Kayla's hips rolled in helpless little circles, chasing the friction, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Her pussy was soaked—hot, slippery, clenching around my knuckles every time I dragged my fingers out just to slam them back in. The wet sounds filled the room, loud and filthy.
"God, listen to that," I murmured against her ear, voice low and rough. "Your cunt's making such a mess for me. So fucking greedy. You're dripping all over my hand, baby."
Kayla moaned—long, broken—head tipping back against the couch cushions. "Evan… please… I'm so close already…"
I sped up—fingers pumping faster, thumb grinding hard circles on her swollen clit. Her thighs trembled, legs spreading even wider in the air, toes curling. Her pussy fluttered wildly around me, walls starting to clamp down in those telltale rhythmic pulses.
