Wendy

Maddie Walters 9 stories

Summary

His middle finger pressed into her clit, he took a breath when he found it already moist to the touch. “My how you’ve missed me, Wendy,” he marveled, circling his finger around her clit.. “I’ve missed you too,” he promised, pressing his hardening cock into her lower back. He gently slid his finger inside of her, his other hand moving up to cup her breast through the fabric of her nightdress. His hand moved in circular motions, teasing her nipple until it hardened under his touch. Wendy could feel him smile against her skin. “You’re always so ready for me,” he commented, pulling his finger from her cunt. Wendy whined in protest, having spent so long just imagining his touch. Her cunt clenched around his fingers. “You know Wendy, before I met you I never even dreamed about what the touch of a woman could feel like. Now I spend every night with my hand in my trousers imagining your face as you moan my name. It’s addictive. Who knew your bedtime stories would turn into this?” he joked, pinching her clit in between his fingers.