Gemma writhed underneath Miguel, sweet sounds of pleasure escaping her lips.
She was completely naked and but Miguel wasn't, he still had on his jean trousers.
She closed her eyes and threw her head back on the mattress when Miguel brought his fingers to her already-soaked pussy and slowly slipped it in.
She doesn't know how he does it, but this guy doesn't need to do much before she gets wet. He gets her wet even by just staring at her.
Miguel teased her as he circled her clit with his thumb and then he started slipping his fingers in and out of her.
Unlike their first time together, this time he was slow and gentle. Miguel took his sweet time in bringing her pleasure.
Gemma couldn't stop the soft cries that escaped her lips as waves of pleasure washed over her.
When she opened her eyes, Miguel was kneeling between her legs, staring at her pussy as if he was trying to figure out something about it.
