Page 117 of Once a Month

“What else is sexy?” she asks.

“Touch yourself,” I say.

She pushes her thong aside, and I can see her fingers moving through her wetness.

“I’m so wet,” she says.

“Fuck,” I say.

“Should I go inside?”

“Yes, get ready for me,” I tell her.

“How big are you?” she asks.

“Big enough to make you come hard,” I say.

“I better use three fingers, then.”

Then, she fucks herself with three fingers as I watch, mesmerized.

“Are you tight, babe?”

“I’m tight,” she says.

“And you want me to open you up?” I ask.

“All the way, baby,” she says.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” I say because I can’t hold on any longer.

“Don’t, baby. Come inside me, please.”

“You want me to come inside you?” I ask.

“More than anything. Fuck me until you come inside me. Make me come hard.”

“Move your hand,” I say.

She removes her hand, and I shift the thong to the side a little. I push inside her all the way, not wanting to wait.

“Oh, fuck,” she says.

The thong is in my fucking way. I pull at the fabric hard until it’s a limp, loose mess and no longer a worry.

“Full, babe?” I ask.

“Yes, so deep, baby,” she says.

My hands are on her hips, and I’m rocking hard into her, wanting her to feel me everywhere.

“God, yes. I need you. Make me come.”

“Tell me to fuck you.”

“Fuck me,” she says.

“Yell it.”

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