Other arms have held me, stroked my hips, kissed my lips, pushed into me with swelling fulfillment. I love your fingers on my clit, pushing harder than just a simple stroke that makes me scream and moan and clutch the pillows, clutch your arms, dig my nails in the scarred skin of your shoulders. Desi xxx Perhaps it is from the chill in the room, but more likely from anticipation, and maybe even a little fear. Pounding into me. Sometimes without sliding as much as a finger in there, so that I was achingly tight. I pull your hands from where they had crept to my lower back. You’d spank me. You quietly laugh when you hear me moan. Very hard. More than all of those things however, I loved it most of all when you would grab my hips and flip me over, and slide one of your long, thin fingers into
