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ASTRID

I walked closer to him and got back under the shower with him, he went down on his knees and he did not waste any more time as he brought his finger to my pussy and trailed his index finger from my clit down to my entrance, slowly dipping it in.

I gasped at the contact, grinding my hips against his fingers. He slipped his finger out of me and before I knew it two fingers were plunging inside of me, curling to hit that spot.

My vision blackened and a silent moan of pleasure was my only response, it was the only thing I was capable of doing.

“You moan so pretty,” he said as he continued working his fingers in me.

I rolled my hips against his fingers, grinding into his hands. He withdrew his hands before he drove them into me again and again, until he was fucking me with his fingers and all I could do was hold on, my hand now in his hair tugging on it hardly.

Low, husky moans from my throat filled the room, shouting his name, “yes… Justin just like that,” I moaned sweetly.

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