"No - " I pushed at his head with my hands. Through the roaring of blood in my ears, I thought I heard him speak hoarsely, but I lost the words when he hooked one of my legs over the back of the couch and covered my cleft with his mouth. ![]() My gaze was locked to his, unable to look away, riveted by the fierce masculine triumph that flared in his eyes. I cl**axed with a thready cry, my grip white-knuckled on the sides of the cushions as my h*ps pumped onto his hand, my mind far beyond shame or shyness. ![]() Everything tightened in my core, the tension building as he massaged my cl*t and pushed his fingers in and out in a steady, unhurried rhythm.
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