Page 65 of Three Hockey Hotties

One hand still spreading her, I ease my index finger on the other hand inside her, hooking it so she really feels the full effect.

Abby moans, leaning back into me.

Her tight little ass is nestled fully against my cock and I swallow hard, wanting to just unleash the fucking beast and take her hot pussy.

It takes everything I have in me not to.

But then she starts to move her hips, pumping herself onto my finger, her gaze focused fully on watching my finger disappear inside her and reappear when she pistons her hips backward. Each time she does, her ass collides with my raging hard on and I don’t know which is sexier—that touch or the way she gives an excited little gasp every time she fucks my finger.

She’s getting frantic now, hips moving rapidly.

“Don’t let me come,” she cries out. “Not yet.”

I can already feel her inner muscles starting to clench. Her thighs tremble. She’s going to come.

So I pull back my finger. “No coming, pretty girl. You’re way too close.”

Abby cries out in disappointment.

I ease my hand out from between her legs, sliding my wet finger up between her cheeks, teasing at the tight opening none of us have explored yet.

She shivers. “If you…touch me there, it will feel good, but I won’t come yet, right?”

So our girl likes to play a little. Draw it out. I love this.

“I don’t know because we haven’t tried. Should we find out?” With my free hand I reach out and pebble her nipples between my fingers. “Have you ever come with a finger in your ass?”

She shakes her head. “I’ve never had a finger in my ass. Can you…now?”

The sweet, almost innocent, way she asks nearly breaks me.

“I would fucking love to,” I tell her. “Just remember, I have big fingers.”

She swallows visibly but nods. “Yes. I want you to.”

“Remember. If it’s too much, just say stop.”

“I remember.” Then she wiggles her ass just a little in an open and obvious invitation.

My finger is still slick from her pussy, so I tease at her opening before easing the tip inside her, watching her in the mirror to gauge her reaction.

Her eyes widen. “Oh…that’s…interesting.”

“Interesting good or interesting bad?”

“Interesting good. I don’t know what I thought it would like, maybe that it would feel like…nothing? But it feels kind of…delicious.”

I ease in deeper and she shudders.

“Oh god,” she says, her eyes rolling back in her head. “Dash. I really love how big your fingers are.”

That makes me chuckle softly. “You can have my big fingers whenever and wherever you want.”

Keeping the rhythm slow and light I move in and out of her a few times while I grip her tit, grounding myself so I’m not too rough.

“It feels so good but weirdly it just makes my pussy ache more,” she marvels. “Dash?”

“Yes, gorgeous?”