"You feel good yet?" Gideon asked.
His fingers continued to thrust in and out of Freya's pussy, her inner walls tightening and fluttering around them in clear response. He could tell she felt good.
"Mnnmmhh~ S-stop asking me!"
She protested, though her hands were clenched tight in the sheets. Her face was flushed, her skin burning hot as if she were on fire.
"Ca-can you just put it in already!"
Freya could not stand the way Gideon kept questioning and teasing her.
Gideon did all of this because she refused to be honest, refusing to let her voice betray her.
She swallowed her moans, breathing shallow, reduced to soft whimpers and whispered repetitions of his name.
It was adorable.
But Gideon wanted more than that. He wanted her messy and shameless.
So he kept going.
Three fingers, each sheathed in a condom, pumped inside her again and again. He made her cum without touching any other part of her body.
