Chapter 61

Randall seemed to be having fun, not to mention that he really appreciated the taste and the way my moist and swollen intimacy responded very well to him, so a finger opened me, sliding very slowly in and out. I squeezed my hands on his shoulders, my legs shuddering uncontrollably.

And again, Randall pulled his finger, squeezing it to cause friction. Only to then insert two fingers at once. I moaned with the additional intuition, the extent that Randall’s fingers disturbed, faster, harder. My entire vagina seemed to be hungry and on fire, unbridled and burning. I seemed to be tense against the restrictions, and I was even more shaken at the moment when, still giving a cruel smile, Randall moved his mouth to my weakest point. His tongue slid down my clitoris and around, rotating and rubbing his fingers at my entrance, diving in and out, squeezing and massaging. I arched, my hips getting out of bed, getting closer to Randall’s lips, more private.

The moan was loaded with f