“My husband.”
I pull my fingers from her depth, sliding them up to rub at her clit, even as I stand.
“Grab those tits.”
Savannah doesn’t hesitate, too far gone to argue, she reaches up and pushes her big tits together.
“Pinch those nipples,” I tell her, feeling her pussy start to spasm against my fingertips.
She moans and her fingers do as I say, rolling the little peaks.
“Are you gonna come, Baby? You gonna come for your husband?” She nods. “Say it,” I growl, tightening my grip on my cock.
“I’m…” her eyes close and her head tips back. “Oh fuck, my husband is making me come.”
Then she does. Her mouth opening, her body shaking.
But it’s the light glinting off her new shiny ring as her fingers squeeze her nipples that’s my final straw.
With a loud groan, I shoot ropes of my release across her jiggling tits, marking her as mine.
