“Tell me what you’re thinking.” he said while his cock was deep inside of me.
I rocked against him, my hands flanking his head. My clit was happier than she’d ever been, rubbing herself on his body, my favorite body.
“You sure you want to know?” I grinned, licking my lips before biting the lower one. I was lost in a fantasy and was pretty sure he was picking up on it. He was good like that. Nothing got passed this man.
“Always.” he slid his hands up my thighs.
I leaned down and got close to his face, hips still grinding, my clit still singing. “Well. I’m in the middle of imagining that Elizabeth is with us and she’s the one sitting on your cock.” I paused waiting for a response. She’s a mutual friend of ours that we both want to fuck. It’s been a running joke between us as to who was going to get her first.
“Go on.” he encouraged.