still rocked by the sensations that she didn’t think were
possible, when Haley threw back her head and cried out.
Claire wanted it to be her fingers that Haley was coming on,
but her eyes ripped open, and she watched Haley pleasure
herself through that climax while her own walls were still
clenching on Haley’s other hand, and it was perfect. What
Haley had done was perfect.
“Fuck,” Claire hissed when she could find oxygen again.
Her heart was slamming against her ribs as Haley leaned
forward. She pulled out, but Claire grabbed her hand, sucking
the juices off her fingers, one at a time. “Keep touching
yourself,” she commanded.
“I can’t. Claire, it hurts. I’m so sensitive.”
“You need it. I need it.”
Haley nodded, eyes wide. “Okay.” She kept working her
fingers in and out of herself, her pussy creaming and wet and
noisy, moisture slicking her thighs. Claire untangled herself
carefully and set Haley back. She stopped, her fingers buried
inside herself, watching everything.
Claire spread out on the bed and then she reached for
Haley’s hips, pulling her close. “Come here.” Haley came. She
needed to use both her hands to brace as Claire pulled her over
her, until she was straddling her waist, then her chest. Claire
kept going, moving Haley right where she wanted her. She
didn’t stop until Haley was sitting on her face, and when she
looked up at her, she could see how scarlet Haley’s cheeks
were, and that was perfect. She loved it when she was
mortified and still so turned on. She loved pushing her limits,
being the first to do things to her and with her.
She spread Haley wide with her fingers and ate at her