pope cody whoâs used his hands for so much harm that his favorite thing to do with you is use his fingers to make you feel good. so when he's got you naked in his bed while he's still fully clothed, you begging him to strip he can't can help but want, need, to touch every inch of your skin, and work you out with his hands first.
âplease,â you squeak, writhing around on the comforter, âandrew⊠i need you to touch me please,â he lets out a groan at the sight of you, pliant in his hands, begging for his touch. he runs his hand down your body, down the valley of your breast, sitting on his heels, a hand on your inner thigh, spreading you open so your glistening pussy shines up at him.
âfuck,â he groans, bending over your body and kissing you, slow and dreamy, letting your plush lips run over his in a way that makes his cock ache and heart flutter. he cups your breasts in his rough hands, kissing all around your soft tit before finally placing a delicate kiss on your nipple as you whine and squirm beneath him.
he sucks your nipple gently into his mouth while his tongue flicks and teases. he runs his fingertips lightly along your inner thighs, tracing lazy circles that get tantalizingly close to your pussy but not quite touching you where you need him most. you let out a whiney huff of frustration and he finally gives in, sliding in his middle finger with deliberate slowness.
you make a whiney oh as andrew fingers you slowly, curling his knuckle up inside you at an aching pace as your hips rut up against him. you roll your hips up, pushing back on his hand, silently begging for more and he slips another finger inside you making you let out a squeaking sound. heâs curling his fingers upward, stroking your front wall with steady, loving pressure.
the pleasure builds inside you in thick, rolling waves until your hips start moving on their own and your moans turn desperate. he feels your tight entrance pulse around him and groaning at the way which your pussy greedily sucks his fingers back in.
he presses the heel of his palm firmly against your clit, moving his hand in a slow, rhythmic up and down motion, every stroke creating an overstimulating ache throughout your body. he feels you twitch around his fingers, your hips stutter, he keeps fucking you on his hand with aching devotion.
âandrew,â you whimper, âIâm gonna come- Iâm gonna come on your fingers- Iâm-â your fingers tighten on the duvet and your eyes squeeze shut as your hips spasm. he keeps squeezing in and out of you as you fall apart underneath him into a puddle of moans and breaths.
he fucking loves watching you like this.
âyou're so beautiful,â he groans, pulling his fingers out of you slowly, making you wince at the emptiness, placing his fingers in his mouth, licking up your sticky cum.
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