(18+) Chantelle has survived more than most could ever imagine. After witnessing her mother's brutal murder and never knowing her father, she's dedicated her life to protecting her little sister. She's been doing online school across the country, bu...
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I ran my thumb along the edge of her pussy, feeling her body tense under my touch as I slowly teased my way to her entrance. A gasp escaped her lips while her hips moving slightly, almost begging for more.
"You're a fucking soaking mess" I whispered roughly against her ear, my lips brushing on her skin.
"Let's see if you're still as tight as I remember, yeah?" Her body trembled at my words, and she bit her lip, trying to hold back the moan that was threatening to escape.
I slowly thrusted my two fingers into her tight little hole, feeling her clenching tightly around them.
Her moans filled the air, each sound drawing me closer, her fingers tangling in my hair as she tugged gently. "S-Shane" she breathed, her voice laced with longing.
With a gentle move, I pulled the towel over her ass, exposing her perfect bubble butt. "Now, ride them" I urged softly while leaning my head to the mirror against the wall behind her.
She didn't hesitate, instinctively grinding her hips against my fingers, adjusting to the size. I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her closer as I kissed her deeply, savoring the taste of her lips. She matched my rhythm, moving in perfect harmony with me.
"You miss being dirty with me, don't you?" I murmured, our breaths mixing in the space between us.
"Mhm, you have no fucking idea" she admitted, a playful smile dancing on her lips. As she leaned back slightly, placing her hands on my chest while running her thumb over my bottom lips. She began to move faster, her confidence breaking free.
The warmth between us growing, and I could feel the connection deepening with every thrust of her hips. It was exhilarating, raw, and filled with a sense of urgency that made the world around us fade away. In this moment, it was just us, lost in each other.
Feeling her cream running out covering my fingers, only wanted me to add a third.
My cock was hard soaked with precum, and I wanted to fuck the life out of her right there. But tonight all I wanted was let her please herself on my fingers, in her own motions
As I added a third finger, she gasped, her body tightening around me, sending waves of pleasure rushing through her. "That's it, baby, just like that" I encouraged, feeling her pulse quicken under my touch.
She began to ride my fingers harder, her movements becoming more wild as she aimed for her release.
"Shane, fuck, I can't" she breathed, her voice trembling with need. Each thrust of my fingers was met with her soft whimpers, a symphony of sounds that fueled the fire building between us.
"You wanted it, now you're going to take it so fucking good" I urged, my voice low and raspy, pulling her gaze back to mine. Her eyes were filled with a mix of desperation and pleasure, and it drove me fucking wild.
