“Oh, f-fuck,” she gasped. It was hard to concentrate when he was doing that, and their arms kept bumping. She was pretty sure she was squeezing too hard now, but it was almost impossible to help it. “Th-thought it was,” she stumbled, “your turn now?”
“Mmm, this is my turn. I like doing this to you,” he said and curled his fingers inside her, groaning aloud and rocking his hips frantically against her fist. “Close…please….” he added on then, burning, lust-filled eyes locking with hers.
‘Please,’ he begged, but her brain was so blurry with what he was doing she couldn’t think what else to do except keep stroking, fingers tightening and loosening.