71. Luther
Luther
I tug the material down her hips.
I can’t help myself.
I need to see more of her.
All of her.
I smooth my hands over her perfect ass cheeks.
I dig my fingers into the soft flesh.
I grip her. And I spread her.
She makes another sound.
I let go of one cheek and spank it.
Her ass jiggles.
My balls squeeze.
I reach down and slide my fingers over her wet slit. And I swallow down the sound that tries to climb out of my throat.
She’s soaked.
I could feel it through her shorts.
But skin on skin, she’s so fucking slippery.
I push two fingers inside her.
Her neck arches.
I shove them in deeper, my other hand kneading and squeezing her ass.
I curl my fingers inside her, gathering her wetness as I pull them out of her channel.
Her hips shift like she’s trying to get me to touch her clit.
With my fingers just inside her entrance, I spank her with my other hand.
She squeaks, and I feel her clench against my fingertips.
“This is your punishment, Baby. You’re not getting my fingers on your clit. But you can have them somewhere else.” I pull my hand up and back toward me.
But I don’t lift my fingers from her skin.
I drag them up between us.
Between her cheeks.
Until my shine-covered fingers reach her pretty pink asshole.
Kendra gasps.
I grip her ass cheek with my free hand, spreading her best I can one-handed, then I flatten my fingers against her rear entrance. And I rub.