"Fuck, such a good girl," Richard whispered, sucking my nipple with wet, sloppy sounds. "You were born to be spoiled by us."
Michael sped up his finger thrusts, each one hitting my most sensitive spot, his thumb mercilessly grinding my clit.
"Please," I whispered, barely audible.
"Look at me,darling," Michael commanded, waiting until my eyes met his, "what do you want?"
I bit my lower lip, shame and desire battling within me. "I want to come."
"Beg properly," Richard murmured, his lips against m...