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Passion in satin sheets

Author: Sovereign
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-28 17:14:02

Calvin's POV

She didn’t flinch when my hand circled her throat. No, my angel moaned into my mouth like it was the answer to a prayer she never dared to voice.

God, the sound of her made me ache.

My other hand slid up her soft thigh, slipping under that sweet little sundress she wore like a tease. Slowly, deliberately, I raised it higher, my knuckles grazing the skin that I already knew would haunt my dreams. When I found the lace of her panties, damp and clinging to her, I smiled darkly.

My fingers traced the edge, then pushed the strap aside.

She whimpered - faint but desperate.

“You're so wet, my angel. So wet for me,” I growled, teasing my finger into her soaked heat. She gasped, her nails clawing into my back as I circled slowly inside her. “Do you want me to ruin you that badly?”

She couldn’t even form words. Her hips did the talking, grinding down against my hand, chasing pleasure like a starving woman begging for salvation.

I gave her more - another finger sliding in, pumping
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