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Wet Dreams!

Author: Auteurè Angel
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-25 18:59:22

"Fuck!" I moaned as his fingers circled my clit.

"Tell me exactly what you want, Caramella," he breathed, his hot breath fanning my thighs, raising goosebumps on my skin.

"I..I..i want you," I whispered, my voice trembling as I gripped the sheets, knuckles white.

"I can't hear you," he murmured, and my frustration mounted. I squeezed the sheets tighter.

“I want you buried deep inside me, Raul," I begged. He tugged roughly at my wrist, bending me over until my ass was in the air. His cold hand caressed my cheeks, an opposite of the fire building between my legs. His touch sent an electric current through me.

“I'm going to spank you, Caramella. Do you know why?" He whispered, his voice dangerously low, igniting a burning wetness between my legs.

"N-no, sir," I stammered.

The low rumble of his chuckle vibrated through me, it was deep enough to hit my G-spot. His palm connected with my ass, stinging but oddly exhilarating.

“That's your punishment, Caramella, for being a
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