I came hard, my pussy spasming around his fingers, juices dripping down my thighs as I muffled my cry against his shoulder, body shaking in the dark. He kept moving, drawing it out until I sagged against him, panting, the aftershocks making me sensitive and needy all over again.

  My legs felt weak, like they might give out any second, but the ache between my legs only got worse. I could still feel his fingers inside me, slick and thick, stretching me even after I finished. My clit throbbed every time I shifted, and fresh wetness kept leaking out, running down the inside of my thigh in slow, warm trails....