




Part 3/3 . I would draw your hand from my mouth and, never taking my eyes off you, place it between my legs. You would smile wickedly at me when you feel mess I’ve made of myself down there - the mess I’ve created for you. You would start to rub your hand back and forwards across my dripping crotch, pushing into me with force as I move against you. You would stop suddenly and linger at my swollen clit, rubbing it gently between your two sucked-on fingers - payback for me teasing you earlier. I would moan in anticipation, desperate to cum. You would lithely slip those two fingers inside me, the tight walls of my cunt squeezing them as they go deeper, deeper, while I moan. “Please!”, I would gasp, overcome with the need for release. You would give in to me, curving your fingers upwards and rhythmically working me until the pent-up pleasure erupts from my core, all over you. Still rock solid, you would slide out your hand and give me those two fingers to place back in my mouth, to clean up my own mess.