Abigail
I squealed when Finnegan dumped my ass on the counter; the cool surface felt freezing against my naked ass cheeks, and that sent a thrilling jolt to my pussy.
My thighs turned liquid when he pushed me on my back, a soft whoosh of air escaping my lips. His eyes burned with a hunger so raw it made my cunt clench in anticipation.
"Let's see how you like being on the receiving end, you little tease," he rasped, his hands shoving my thighs apart, spreading me open under him. My skin was flushed and damp with a sheen of sweat coating every inch of me.
His gaze devoured me, lingering on my heaving tits, my stomach, and he gave a low moan when they fell on the glistening folds of my pussy.
"Fuck, baby, you're perfect," he murmured hoarsely, cupping my pussy. My brain turned to mush when he ground the heel of his palm against it.
A moan left my lips as I bucked and grinded against his palm while he loomed above me, watching me erupt into a million fucking pieces.
