92. Courtney
Chapter 92
Courtney
Sterling wedges his hips between my thighs, and I moan into his mouth.
He returns the sound, his hands dropping from my breasts.
I arch my back, wanting his touch back.
But then something presses against my core, my panties all that’s between my pussy and his hand.
His thumb strokes up my entrance.
I break the kiss to gasp in a breath.
Staring into his eyes, I expect him to reach for the front of his jeans.
Expect him to undress.
Need him to take his cock out.
But he slides his hands to my thighs and lowers to his knees.
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