Call it a moment of weakness.
Call it fucking insanity.
Call it whatever the fuck you want, but I’m too on edge to make sense of what I do next.
I shove the hand that just toyed with her most sacred of places into my mouth and suck my fingers clean, all the while using my other hand to free my hard cock from its restraints. Images of Sky on her back, riding my hand, assault me as I thrust into my closed fist.
Noah.