Oil Me Up 3

After Brittany worked that hot oil into him, Steve got his hands on her. He started slow, fingers slick, but it didn’t take long before he found the rhythm that made her breath catch. He pressed in, curling just right, pushing deeper with each stroke while his palm rocked against her clit. She twisted under him, thighs trembling, hips chasing his touch like she couldn’t get enough. Steve watched every twitch, every gasp, eyes locked on her face as he worked her harder, faster, until her whole body tensed and she came hard around his fingers, cursing through clenched teeth. He didn’t stop—not yet—drawing it out while her slick walls pulsed and her legs threatened to give.