Adriana's walls clenched hard around Phei's fingers. More fluid from her pussy spilled down his hand now, running down his wrist and further down her own thighs in shiny rivulets — the fresh wetness pulled out of her by the shame of the words and the memory of how completely she had already broken for him.
The wet, filthy sound of his fingers fucking into her filled the room along with her muffled moans.
When she tried to reach for his cock again with her free hand, he caught her wrist immediately.
In one smooth motion Phei pulled his fingers from her mouth, spun her slightly, and pinned both wrists behind her back with his left hand in a strong grip, pressing her chest forward so her heavy jugs thrust out.
With his right hand he continued fingering her, curling his fingers against that sensitive spot while his thumb never stopped circling her swollen clit.
