laying face to face. legs tangled. my fingers sliding inside you. two fingers. you immediately starting to move. grinding down. hands roaming. touching my chest. my stomach. my hips. everywhere you can reach.
“good puppy. using my hand like that.” you moaning. getting wetter at being called puppy. hips rolling. fucking yourself on my fingers. curling my fingers. finding that perfect spot inside you. you gasping. leaning forward. face buried in my neck now. breathing hard against my skin.
“you’re so wet, baby.” pulling my fingers out slightly. showing you how they glisten. “look at this. look how soaked you are from humping my hand like a needy puppy.” you whimpering. face getting hot. embarrassed but so turned on.
sliding my fingers back in. you moaning. grinding harder. “making such a mess on my hand. getting wetter every time i call you puppy, aren’t you?” you nodding against my neck. can’t deny it.
free hand sliding down. pulling my hand. pulling my fingers as deep as they’ll go. then back to touching me. my back. my shoulders. can’t stop touching. needing contact.
“such a good girl. taking my fingers so well.” you moaning louder. hips moving. faster now. more urgent. pulling my fingers in with each grind.
pulling my fingers out again. holding them up between us. “see how you’re dripping down my hand, baby? all from grinding like you can’t help yourself.” you whimpering. looking away. shy. “don’t look away. see what you did.”
you looking at my fingers. seeing how wet they are. how much you’re dripping. face burning. but getting even wetter. loving the humiliation. sliding my fingers back inside. you moaning louder. “that’s it. my needy little puppy. making yourself at home on my fingers.”
your hips moving. grinding down hard on my hand. using me. hand gripping my back. nails digging in. the other hand on my hip. pulling me as close as possible. face still buried in my neck.
curling my fingers inside you. hitting that spot over and over. you gasping each time. “please… need to cum…” voice muffled against my skin. “already? we just started and you’re already this worked up?”
you whimpering. embarrassed but so close. “then hump my hand, puppy. use me to get there. let me feel how badly you need it.” you grinding. hard. fast. using my hand completely.
“there you go. can’t even control yourself, can you?” you moaning. getting closer. wetter. “you’re absolutely soaking my wrist now. what a messy thing you are.”
you pulling back just enough. looking at me. eyes pleading. “please let me cum… please mommy…” “go ahead, baby. show me how good it feels.”
you immediately grinding harder. faster. face coming back to my neck. suddenly biting my shoulder. hard. moaning against me. cumming on my fingers. hips still moving. still grinding. working yourself through it.
not stopping. hips still rolling even after. oversensitive but can’t stop. “still going, baby? one wasn’t enough?” you nodding. whimpering. “can’t stop… feels too good…”
“look at you. already finished and you’re still rutting against my hand like you’re in heat.” you moaning. embarrassed but hips not stopping. grinding through the sensitivity. getting worked up again.
“you’re going to soak my hand even more, aren’t you? going to make yourself cum twice.” you nodding. “yes… sorry… need it…” “don’t apologize. i want to see how messy you can get.”
you grinding. using my hand. getting close again. so sensitive. so wet. “your body just takes over, doesn’t it? can’t think, just need to hump.” you moaning. biting my shoulder again. cumming a second time. shaking. finally slowing. collapsing against me. breathing so hard. “good puppy. that’s my perfect girl.”
