I Can’t Stop Moaning While My Boyfriend Fingers My Wet Pussy

His fingers dance over my skin, tracing the edge of my bra, teasing the flesh that spills over. I’m sprawled out on the couch, legs spread wide, my pussy already slick with anticipation. He leans in, his breath hot on my ear, “You’re so fucking wet already.” His voice is a low growl, sending shivers down my spine. I can feel his hand moving down, down, down, until his fingers brush against my clit. I gasp, my back arching off the couch. “Fuck,” I moan, as he starts to rub slow, deliberate circles. His fingers slip lower, parting my lips, pushing inside me. I can’t help but moan louder, my hips bucking to meet his touch. “God, yes,” I cry out, as he fucks me with his fingers, curling them just right to hit that spot deep inside.

The room is filled with the sound of my moans, the wet slapping of his fingers against my pussy. He adds another finger, stretching me, filling me. I’m a mess of sensation, my body writhing, my breaths coming in short gasps. “More,” I beg, “fuck me harder.” He obliges, his hand moving faster, his fingers pounding into me. I can feel my orgasm building, a coiled spring ready to snap. “I’m gonna come,” I warn him, my voice tight with pleasure. He doesn’t let up, his fingers relentless, driving me higher and higher. And then I’m there, my body convulsing, my pussy clenching around his fingers as waves of pleasure crash over me. I scream his name, my voice raw and hoarse, riding out the orgasm until I’m boneless and spent, his fingers still buried deep inside me.