Without warning, he shoved two thick fingers deep inside her clenching cunt, curling them viciously against her G-spot while his thumb ground rough circles over her slick, aching clit.
She screamed into his mouth—a raw, guttural wail of forbidden ecstasy—as her walls spasmed around the sudden invasion, squirting a hot gush of arousal that soaked his hand and splattered down his wrist.
The first release hit her like a storm—body arching, cunt flooding, every taboo thread of her life unraveling in that single, shattering moment.
They didn't care.
Not when she was humping him like a bitch in heat, cunt throbbing against his finger, begging to be filled. Not when he was kissing her like he wanted to ruin her soul. Not when the risk of getting caught only made it hotter—made her clit pulse harder, made her juices drip down his fingers.
