Fingered on a Coffee table
Fingered on a Coffee table
You're bent over the coffee table, as always, the way he likes it. The way he wants it. He tells you to pull your pants down so that you're naked from the waist down, and hits play on the remote. The porno flick starts playing on the television. Then he slides into position behind you - always behind you, never in front, never where you can see him. You feel the first touch of his thick, calloused fingers that, for all their rough appearance, know exactly what to touch, how to touch it, and how to make you bite back a scream of disastrous pleasure when he finally - finally, after edging you for hours - finally lets you cum.
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