Chapter 107: curling
Lor pumped slowly, one finger curling inside her tight heat, then two, stretching her gently, finding that sensitive spot that made her whimper.
Olivia’s moans grew louder, her full breasts heaving, nipples rubbing against her blouse. "Oh—gods—yes..."
He kept going, faster now, his fingers fucking her pussy in steady thrusts, curling just right, his tongue flicking her clit relentlessly, the wet sounds of his mouth and fingers filling the room, mingling with her gasps.
"Right there—Lor—don’t stop—" she begged, her voice breaking, her round hips grinding harder against his face.
Her back arched sharply as it hit her—an orgasm that wracked her whole body, her head dropping, her chest collapsing onto the bed, her round ass raised high as her thighs shook violently.
Her moans were rough, loud, primal, spilling from her lips like waves, her pussy gushing onto Lor’s fingers and tongue, her walls clenching tight around him as she came hard, juices dripping down his hand, soaking the sheets.
Lor pulled back slowly, licking his lips with a smirk, his hazel eyes glinting as he sat beside her, watching her catch her breath, panting, ruined, her full breasts pressed flat against the bed, her round ass still trembling in the air.
From the window, Nellie flinched at the sound—Olivia’s hoarse moan, the wet slap of her thighs against the bed.
She squeezed her legs together, her white cotton panties damp again, clinging to her pussy as it throbbed faintly, her thick thighs quivering with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.
She didn’t dare look back, her gray eyes fixed on the moon, her small breasts rising with quick, nervous breaths, her freckled cheeks burning as the room’s musky heat enveloped her once more.