Haunting-Adeline

I groan, the feel of her ass digging into my cock nearly blinding me with
pleasure and need.
The ps of my fingers glide across her creamy thigh, causing her to shi
against my touch with restless desire. The creepy music from the movie
builds to a crescendo, sending her heart rate to dangerous levels as a
person is chased down by something from your worst nightmares.
“Zade,” she pleas breathlessly, desperate for something that she’s not
capable of pu ng a name to.
I glance down, bi ng back a groan when I see her bare.
"This might not end well for you," I muse.
She s ffens. “Why?”
“Your cum will be leaking down your legs when we’re done,” I hum.
“How scandalous.”
"I’d rather have wet thighs than have panty lines with a dress like this.”
My fingers so ly brush against her folds, reveling in the cream gathering
on my fingers. I keep my touch light, depriving her of truly gaining any
pleasure.
“Zade,” she bites out, her voice more forceful and demanding. I smile,
refusing to give in.
“Are you watching the movie, Adeline?” I ask harshly. “Don’t make me
tell you again.”
Her eyes snap to the screen, another gasp pulled from her painted lips
when the creature brutally slaughters a person.
Her pussy pulses, juices gushing from her slit and over my fingers. I
groan, figh ng the impulse to plunge my fingers into the depths of her
pussy and feel her come all over me.
My tongue darts out, licking along her neck and inhaling her jasmine
scent. Tas ng the sal ness from the thin layer of sweat coa ng her skin.
She tastes so fucking delicious. My mouth waters with the need to lap
up the arousal soaking my hand. I deny myself the pleasure, keeping my
hand glued to her weeping li le cunt.
Giving in to her silent plea, I swirl the pad of my middle finger on her clit,
giving her just enough pressure to cause her head to kick back with bliss.
This me when she whispers my name, it’s full of pleasure.
A scream from the movie startles her, and her head snaps upright once
more.