Chapter 152

• They continued like this for several minutes until Winston leaned back to sit upright on his heels, still buried in her. "Feel like coming for me?" he asked.
• "Always," she purred, and reached up to toy with her own nipples.
• He brought his hands down to their juncture and centered both of his thumbs on her clitoris. He began to brush her little bud upwards with each thumb, essentially twiddling his thumbs backwards in an unending circular motion he suspected she might like.