Chapter 53

• I turned to attend to her other tit. It was just as tasty. Then I kissed her again, pushing my palm that was concealing the space between her ass and her slit in back against her pussy to provide tasty, teasing pressure to her pussy, my fingertips snagging on hers as she wildly worked her pussy harder and faster. She had three fingers inside herself. Good, but far from enough. Past experience had taught me that women—tight women like Klaus, at least from the finger I'd inserted beforehand—needed to be prepared before I could fuck them.
• "Rhy, I'm not going to be able to do much longer. I'm appallingly wet," she moaned against my lips.
• I looked down to see what her panties looked like. Jesus. They were ruined. It was as if she'd sat in a fuckin' pail of water. Not gonna lie, the way she responded got my dick harder than the Empire State Building.