Not Done

He presses his cock inside me, gliding easily into the wetness.

“Fuck yes,” I groan.

He pumps his hips, thrusting into me, dragging me close to climax. But I hover just at the edge, the blissful release held at bay.

“I need you inside me,” I whisper in his ear.

“I’m inside you baby.”

“No.” I take his hand, press it against my ass. “Here.”

His finger circles my pink rosebud, teasing, stroking.

“Put it in,” I beg, reaching back and pushing his finger into my ass.

He pumps into me–cunt and ass–and the effect is immediate. The orgasm rips through me, and I cry out.


I drop onto him, limp.

“I’m not done,” he says.

I smile into his neck. “Good. Neither am I.”

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