42 - Joana

I was still far from an orgasm, but the feeling of pleasure that dragged into me was one of the best I could feel in my life. In fact, Dennis was trying hard that last time. And I really liked it. At least we would have a good memory of each other. And with every touch of your finger against my body, my mind liquefied, becoming nothing compared to the vortex of sensations.

He increased the pressure on his fingers when he put one more inside me, bending them in a restless and precise way. My legs closed instantly, almost as if my body wanted to protect me from the storm that would come with an orgasm. I began to smile, almost disappearing between the pillows, totally enveloped by the spirit of lust. Dennis moaned against my pussy, sucking hard.

Next to my head, I could hear a drawer opening, and I knew he should be picking up some condom. The guess was only confirmed when the fingers stopped pumping me "although the tongue kept its work" and the plastic was torn. Dennis stopped sucking