“Finish me,” he’d say, and I’d suck him off, bobbing my head eagerly, focusing on every detail to do a good job—swirling my tongue, taking him deep until I gagged, then pushing through because I loved pleasing him, loved the grunts of satisfaction. He held his finger to my lips, slick with my juices. Xnxx The fingering continued too, bookending the fucks, and I’d always lick his fingers clean, gulp his loads morning and afternoon. It hurt, like I was being split open, but beneath the ache was a fullness that sparked pleasure. We drove in silence at first, the radio crackling with some country station. A wetness gathered there, soaking through my panties, and he noticed, his grin widening. The pleasure was addictive, the secrecy thrilling. I stared out the window, watching the fence posts blur by, my heart pounding for no reason I could
