<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/uW77NJF.jpg)</div><strong>Code Name:</strong>Kindle<br/><strong>Real Name:</strong>Kenna Cochran<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Cavalry's car<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Wednesday the 9th of September (2019) - 10:30 PM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Cavalry<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Cravings<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/2kbBzUo.jpg)(http://d1nr5wevwcuzuv.cloudfront.net/product_photos/52258415/TB1htFORFXXXXcsaXXXXXXXXXXX_!!0-item_pic_original.jpg)</div></div><hr/>As his finger pushed inside of her, she dug her nails into his flesh, grabbing hold of him to support as a shaky moan washed over his neck. Her eyes nearly rolled back in her head from the feeling of being doubly penetrated, even if it was only just his finger. Fuck, it just felt so good! She wanted more. She<strong>needed</strong>more. Every hook-up she had had before this didn't compare in the slightest. It was like nothing she had ever felt before.<br/><br/>Kenna's lips left his neck as she sat up again, wanting to see his face. Her hips stopped rocking as she returned to bouncing on his cock, hoping he would keep up with his fingering to match her speed. Her eyes stayed focused on his as best as she could, closing occasionally as they rolled back from the feeling of him penetrating her cervix for the briefest of moments. "Is this what you wanted? You dreamed of me, so was this it? What did you do to me?" she demanded, wanting to know exactly what he had craved from her. He had said that his dreams would make her think he was Satan himself and she wanted to know why. What kind of depraved things had he fantasized about doing to her?<br/><br/>She could feel herself getting close to orgasm. It was nearing very quickly and her moans reflected it. Each cry of ecstasy was higher in pitch than the last. Her body was beginning to tense more, causing a burning sensation in her muscles, but she didn't dare stop or slow down. Instead, she moved her hands to the ceiling of his car, using it for balance and to push her body down harder onto his thick shaft. "Break me," she pleaded, completely flip-flopping on her previous warning. Mixed signals seemed to be her specialty tonight.