I slid my free hand between her thighs, fingers finding her clit immediately, swollen, slick, throbbing. I rubbed slow circles at first, matching the rhythm of my thrusts, then faster, firmer, until her hips bucked wildly.
"That what you need?" I rasped, pinching her clit lightly between thumb and forefinger. "This needy little button? Rubbing it while I fuck your ass? You're gonna cum like this, aren't you? Gonna soak the sheets while I pound this tight hole."
"Yes, yes, Master, please..."
I sped up everything—hips snapping forward harder, fingers rubbing frantic circles on her clit, thumb pressing down in tight, relentless spirals. Her pussy leaked steadily—hot, slippery—dripping onto my wrist, running down her thighs in thin rivulets. Her ass clenched around my cock with every thrust, milking me, pulling me deeper.
Tessa watched—breathless—her own hand slipping between her legs, rubbing her clit in time with my movements. "Fuck… look at her shake… she's gonna explode…"
