“When I touched you here…you were so wet. Your pussy dripping with your juices…” Ace continued with his story of that night.
By that time, I didn’t care anymore if his words were true or not and I wasn’t interested in knowing more about that night. All I cared about was the pleasure that he was making me feel right now and how I could possibly make him give more to me. My hips moved against his hand invitingly, grinding my pussy against his hand and fingers.
I wanted nothing more than to have him touch me there directly and soon my wish was fulfilled. Ace pulled the fabric covering my hole to the side before running his fingers along the length of my wet slit. I moaned so loudly as I lifted my hips upwards. Ace began stroking my wet pussy folds and I cried out his name.
“You’re so wet, maybe even wetter than that night,” Ace teased.
“Don’t tease me…anymore…” I pleaded softly before more lewd moans escaped my lips.
