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35 Replacement of a Toy

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Her sassy mouth was driving me out of my mind, and desire took over my reason like a heavy fog. I snapped and lunged at her, pressing my lips to those tempting ones. And at that moment I understood one simple thing — even if Nazar hadn’t slipped in that stuff, everything would’ve happened between us that night anyway. She draws me in too much, too seductive and prickly a flower.

“Damn witch!” — that’s exactly what she is, because it’s impossible to turn me on like that. “You’ll answer for everything now!”

“What did I even do to you?!”

Good question. Your path simply crossed with mine, you ended up in my line of sight, and I wanted you. Just like I want you now.

I immobilized the girl and began once again exploring her curves. I’m simply going insane from her soft skin and pliant body. Freeing her chest, I was quite surprised. It had become much fuller than last time — as had her rounded hips. The girl has grown, I must admit. And because of that she’s even juicier and tastier. After licking her breast, I nearly howled from how sweet and delicious this girl is.

She’s fighting herself, because I can see the goosebumps on her body and how she reacts to my touches. Stubborn little girl! I’ve tamed ones far more difficult than her.

“That evening there was a misunderstanding…” — I still want to explain, before my brain shuts off completely from the passion this fiery little thing stirs up. I’m tired of her thinking I’m some worker of the ancient profession.

“A misunderstanding is what you’re doing right now!” — she growls like a wild cat when my actions become even more explicit. “Are you really going to take me by force?!”

“If you don’t want me, I won’t,” — I say honestly. “But the problem is… that you do want it…”

Slipping into her thin panties, I felt just how wet she had become. She’s dripping, yet kicking like a pedigree untamed female. Fine, I’ll calm her down in my own way — and I slide my fingers into her, losing my mind from how hot, wet, and tight she is. Just like the first time.

Vicky fights, snaps back, and tries to resist her own desire — but she won’t fool me. I’m on the edge, and so is she. I no longer have the strength to delay getting the long‑awaited dessert, but I want to see her — to see her eyes clouded with passion, like that time, on our night.

“You want me. Say you want me,” — I look into those huge blue eyes as I slowly move toward true paradise.

“U-uh,” — the stubborn girl growls defiantly, not giving in. One could envy her endurance and willpower.

“Little liar. You’ve already soaked the whole table with your desire, and you’re still resisting. Lucky for you I’m on the edge myself, otherwise I’d punish you for your disobedience,” — my patience finally snaps, and I enter her overflowing, hot core.

I wanted to get revenge on her, wanted to punish her for falling on my head out of nowhere, for running away and humiliating me with her money — even though I understood she only did it because she thought of me that way.

I even had a fleeting thought to use her the same way and leave money behind — but I couldn’t… I wanted her too much. She stirred so much in me, and all of it was absurdly contradictory. As soon as those frightened blue eyes looked at me, I short‑circuited, wanting to inhale that familiar lavender scent again and press against her soft lips.

“Bastard,” — my stubborn girl finally gave in and let her desire take over.

The last brakes came off, and we plunged into madness. What a delightful girl! I’m inside her, yet she’s not enough! I want her more, harder, deeper — until her voice breaks, until we’re both shaking uncontrollably. Her little claws in my hair yank me closer, and I turn savage from that passion and all the wild surrender she’s giving me. And when the girl cried out from the orgasm that overtook her, I spread her out on the table completely, going even crazier from her moan. My mind blew right off, and it felt so insanely good that I completely forgot myself, not even thinking of pulling out as I finished — which my tigress really didn’t like.

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