Your pleasure

I watched the veins in Chance’s hand as he continued fucking his fist even after he finished cumming. My breathing came out erratically as he stared up at me. His hand swiped over his cum and I reached over to grab the wipes I knew were on the other side of the couch. I pulled them out and wiped it off the hand that was still wrapped around his cock.

My legs trembled, my pussy had just been thoroughly fucked, but still, I wanted more. And from where I was sitting, so did Chance. I wanted to wince from the pain. I wanted to know without a doubt, I couldn’t walk. I needed Chance to give me more. Getting on my knees, I gripped his cock and started to lower myself again. Before I could do what I wanted, he gripped my thighs and lifted me up. He turned around and dropped me so that my ass was at the edge of the seat. His hand pressed against my chest until I was leaning back against the seat.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“My Luna isn’t satisfied, so how can I be?” He said nonchalantly as