C28 Mozog
Sofiya
"Oh yes." I moaned, "a little lower."
Caleb's fingers slid a little lower and then dug in further, the pressure increasing. "Yes. Right there." I groaned. "Ah fuck," another moan escaped my lips.
It felt so good.
He was so good.
"Do you want me to increase pressure, Mistress?" He asked, his hand movements not stopping.
"Yes," I groaned, my head tilting backwards
