Page 116 of Dirty Pucker

I move her so her back is against the wall. And then I thrust my two middle fingers inside of her.

There’s a flash of surprise in her eyes as she looks at me. The corners of her mouth twitch up, like she’s about to smile.

When I press my palm against her clit, her mouth falls open.

She shivers. “Oh god…”

My fingers land against her G-spot. She gasps.

Slowly, I glide over it, again and again. I keep my palm pressed against her clit. Her breathing turns broken and her eyes turn hazy.

“Del…” she rasps.

She grips a hand around my wrist. Her body starts to shake.

I hover my mouth over hers. “How does this feel for you, sweetheart?”

She doesn’t answer with words. She just nods frantically.

Gently, I grip the base of her delicate neck with my free hand. “Is this okay?” I ask.

She bites her lip, smiling. “Yes,” she says, breathless.

I finger fuck her faster and harder. Her eyelids flutter. She wraps her other hand around the wrist of my hand that’s around her neck.

“Harder, please,” she says in a sweet, breathy voice.

Fuck, if that’s not the hottest thing I’ve ever heard in my life. I do what she says and tighten my grip around the base of her neck a little harder.

Her eyes roll back before she closes her eyes. The laziest smile pulls at her lush mouth. A minute later, she explodes. Her voice bounces off the walls of the shower, ringing in my ears.

She starts to come down and I pull my hands away from her neck and pussy, resting them on her waist.

She still sports that adorably lazy grin on her face as she looks at me.

She pushes off the wall, slinks her arm around my neck, and kisses me. When she wraps her fingers around my throbbing dick, I groan. I shake my head and gently push her hand away.

She frowns at me, confused.

“Why are you…” She trails off when I drop to my knees.

“Haven’t you learned, sweetheart? I don’t come until you come. Twice.”

She stands there, looking at me with a dazed expression. I spin her around until she’s facing the shower wall. When I’m face to face with her plump ass, I knead her cheeks in my hands. She gasps.

The longer I work her pert little ass in my hands, the more worked up she gets. She’s panting and moaning and running her hands up and down the wall.

Slowly, I pull her cheeks apart. My mouth waters at the sight of her cute little puckered asshole.

“I wanna taste you here, sweetheart. Would that be okay?”

“Yes,” she says, her voice soft and breathy.

I bury my face between her cheeks, moaning as I lap my tongue against her asshole. She’s tense at first, but after a minute she starts to relax.

Her moans bounce off the shower walls.

I lean back. “Are you enjoying this, sweetheart? Does it feel good for you?”

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