She spread herself wider, fingers pulling her lips apart until the pink inside glistened like wet silk, her hole winking, begging.
"Come eat me. Please. Eat my pussy until I come all over your face. Drink me. Swallow every drop like Amanda says you do. Make me forget everything except your mouth."
Her fingers moved faster now—desperate, sloppy, wet sounds filling the closet, her hips bucking, ass clenching, tits bouncing with every thrust.
I chuckled—low, dark, dangerous.
Then I moved.
Not to her front. Behind her.
I circled the couch like a predator, letting her feel me in the air before I touched her. She whimpered, fingers still fucking herself, but her head turned, trying to follow me.
I stopped behind her. Close. Close enough that my breath stirred the fine hairs at her nape. Close enough that she could feel the heat of my body without contact.
My hands settled on her shoulders—light, deliberate. She jerked, a sharp gasp tearing from her throat.
