Chapter 32 Sexiest Model Fantasy (4)

Cynthia’s smile lingered, soft and teasing, as she slid off my body, her skin brushing mine one last time before she moved down. She settled between my legs, her face hovering over my pussy, her breath warm against my throbbing clit. I watched her, heart racing, as she looked up at me, her fingers tracing my inner thigh. Slowly, she slipped one finger inside me, then a second, stretching me gently. “You good with this?” she asked, her voice low, checking in. I nodded fast, breathless, my head buzzing. “Yeah, go ahead,” I managed, desperate for more. She smirked, adding a third finger, then a fourth, until all five were inside me, her whole hand pressing in, filling me completely. My pussy stretched, tight and aching, and then she started moving—stroking her arm in and out, slow at first, then deeper, harder. My eyes rolled back, a raw moan tearing out of me as the sensation hit—overwhelming, wild, my walls clenching around her. “Fuck, Cyn,” I gasped, my hips jerking, my body trembling under her rhythm. She kept going, her pace steady, her eyes locked on mine, watching me unravel.