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Clarissa:

I felt his hands stroke my wet pussy. His finger had penetrated me and I was all moans. I didn't want anything except him. I felt my body being ravaged by his touch.

I didn't want to be his slut. I wanted to be his woman, his mate. It was my rightful place in his life.

“Will you be my slut, Clarissa?"

His finger penetrated me even harder and I gripped the sheets with passion. His name was on my lips.

“Lorenzo! Ahhhhhnn!"

My eyes were watery as I drowned in the immense pleasure that he made me feel. I was in another dimension of ecstasy.

He grunted as he yanked my panties away and threw them across the room. I tried to squirm away from his grasp but he held me tight.

"You aren't going anywhere. You will get what you came here for.”

He ripped my dress off my body and I was in only my bra. His eyes washed over me with lust and his tongue grazed his lips.

“I miss the way you taste."

He kissed my lips and trailed wet kisses down to my neck and chest.

He unhooked my bra and my ere