SEX ROOM(3)

CHAPTER 3 The hooligan laughed, slowly taking off my panties and completely exposing my entrance. He rubbed his nose a little bit, ducking it. He reached my sleeping clitoris, lightly licking its tip. “Do you like it?” In reply to his question, I moaned again until he shoved one of his artistic fingers into my pussy. I felt like everything was burning inside me. “You’re such hot stuff,” he snorted, sliding his tongue on my neck. At the same time he entered into me with one, and then with two fingers, slowly mimicking the movements of his penis. All kinds of sensations wanderedover my body. When I tried to lift my hips to meet his fingers, the torturer kept me down. “No, baby. Not yet,” his voice trembled; he was out of control. I could have sworn that Red could barely hold himself either and wanted to take me fast and rough. Soon, my suspicions were confirmed. He took my bodysuit off, and he must have thrown it on the bed: I heard it softly land in the distance. He quickly turned me on