Chapter 162

Elara’s moans grew louder, breathier, her hips rolling desperately against my hand. My fingers were buried deep inst curling relentlessly against that spongy spot while my thumb kept steady pressure on her swollen clit. Her pussy was wet, obscene sounds filling the candlelit room with every thrust of my fingers.“Right there… don’t stop, baby,” she gasped, eyes half-lidded, breasts heaving. “You’re making me so fucking/wet… goc Keep looking at me. Watch what your fingers are doing to my pussy.”I couldn’t look away. Her dark, slick folds stretched around my two fingers, juices dripping down my wrist and onto th velvet table. Her walls started fluttering, clenching tighter and tighter.“I…I think you’re close.” I whispered shyly, my voice hoarse.“Yes… fuck yes. Don’t you dare slow down.” She grabbed the back of my neck, pulling me closer so our foreheads almo touched. “When I cum, keep fucking me through it. Nice and steady.”Her breathing turned into sharp little cries. Then her whole body tensed. Her pussy clamped down hard around my fin in strong, rhythmic pulses as she came with a long, throaty moan. Warm wetness flooded my hand. I kept stroking her through every wave, mesmerized by the way her face twisted in pleasure, her full tits bouncing, her thighs shaking arouWhen the last tremor faded, she let out a satisfied sigh and pulled my hand away gently. She brought my soaked fingers her mouth and slowly sucked them clean, eyes locked on mine the entire time. The sight made my cock throb painfully