At the same time my fingers laced and infused with Touch joined the sin—two thick digits sliding inside her slow and deep, curling upward to stroke that perfect, ridged spot while my mouth stayed sealed around her clit.
I sucked harder.
Thrust faster.
Curled deeper.
Rubbed relentless circles over her g-spot until her whole body seized in full-body spasms.
Her toes curled tight against the sheets. Stomach muscles clenched in visible, rippling waves. Breasts heaved with every ragged, sobbing gasp. Thighs quaked and clamped harder around my head.
She came the first time like thunder—whole body locking rigid, mouth open in a silent scream that exploded into my name roared to the ceiling: "PETER—FUCK—PETER—"
Her pussy convulsed—walls rippling in violent, rhythmic spasms—another forceful squirt spraying across my face in hot, messy arcs.
