Beyond the swamp

The moons were the only witness as Adrian drove his finger inside Freya’s wet heat and crooked it, hitting her g-spot and she bit her lip but couldn’t contain her moans. He found a rhythm, thrusting just deep enough and crooking the finger in that way that should be illegal.

All thoughts of protesting fled her mind and she gripped his thigh, her hips moving to meet his touch and she rocked herself into the finger thrusting into her. He made it two, sliding the second finger into her folds as he moaned into her neck. The muscles on her neck stood out from holding in her moans, holding herself back. He scissored those fingers, stretching her and she couldn’t stop it anymore. Her moans were loud and wild as she came. Slick juice spurted from her pussy and he fucked her faster, his fingers making slick noises as her juice dribbled down his hand.

When her moans finally died down, he brought his wet fingers to his lips and licked them off.

“I want more.” He growled and pushed her thighs