RINA

I couldn't stop.

My hand worked faster and faster against my own wet flesh, my fingers sliding through the slick, hot cream coating my pussy. The friction was like a sharp, blinding wire of pure electricity shooting straight to my brain.

I was panting now, my chest heaving up and down as I watched Easton through a thick, heavy haze of absolute lust. I was trying so hard to find my own release, but Easton wasn't helping my state of mind at all.

He was standing right over me, stroking his massive cock in a desperate manner, pumping the thick shaft so fast that his tattooed hand moved in...