“Slow down, baby.” I grab her hips and stop her movements, her wetness already smeared over my thigh. I see the flicker of frustration across her face for a moment but she doesn’t protest. “Good girl.” I whisper and brush my fingers across her face. It makes the pink already spread across her cheeks darken. I take her hips in my hands again and move her slowly, back and forth across my thigh.
“Watch.” Her eyes immediately fall down to where her dripping, swollen pussy is gliding across my thigh. “You’re making a mess all over mommy’s thigh, aren’t you baby?”
“Yes..” She replies quietly, her thighs squeezing around me.
“Tell me why you’re making a mess, darling.”
“Because..” she takes a shaky little breath. “Because I’m a desperate little slut for mommy.”
“Yes you are.” I loosen my grip on her hips and she moves faster immediately. Frantic little movements of her hips as she humps my thigh, hands curling onto my shoulders
“Pathetic,” I whisper. “You can’t help yourself can you?”
A moan escapes her lips, her thighs trembling now, quick little puffs of breath, rubbing herself against me with a sweet little blush on her cheeks. The next time she thrusts forward against me my hand glides across my soaked thigh and I press two fingers deep inside her.
“Ah- mommy.” She screams and her body tenses for a moment, tears collecting in the corners of her eyes.
“Ride my fingers. Show me how good you are, how much you need mommy inside you.” I curl my fingers inside her.
And she does, moaning, trembling, babbling incoherently with her head thrown back. Completely lost in the feeling of me deep inside her. She fucks my fingers like the perfect little girl she is.
“You’re absolutely lovely, my precious girl.” My voice softens as I watch her perfect body bouncing on my fingers, skin pink, flushed and beautiful, all for my eyes only.
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