As she slides a finger along her labia, I pull my foreskin back. She offers and we suck each others fingers before she rubs her nub. I run my finger around my helmet. She grins and thrusts a finger into herself.

How to match her rhythm? Leaning back and lifting a little, I grin back before slipping two fingers into myself with a wink.

″Thank you,″ she laughs.

Working harder, she lays back. Her thigh muscles twitch and tense; her belly ripples and her chest heaves, as she cums. Lifting up over her, clenching my cute butt; I finish too.