FIXING THE SINK OR MY PUSSY? (II)

Chapter 2 My pussy was dripping now, my shorts soaked through, the wetness cooling against my hot skin. I traced my fingers down his abs, feeling the ridges, the heat of his body making my palms sweat. He watched me with those dark eyes, his chest rising and falling fast, his breath coming in heavy pants. I leaned in, licking a line up his chest, tasting the salt of his sweat, and he groaned, his hands tangling in my hair. “Fuck, Sasha,” he growled, his hands sliding under my tank top, pushing it up to expose my tits. My nipples were hard, aching points, dark and swollen, and when his thumbs brushed over them, I moaned loudly, my head falling back. The rough pads of his thumbs circled my nipples, sending sparks of pleasure straight to my clit. “You’re so fucking hot,” he said, his voice rough as he pinched my nipples, twisting them just hard enough to make me gasp in pain and pleasure. I arched my back, pushing my tits into his hands, wanting more, my pussy clenched emptily, juices tri