Caitlyn’s POV Vlad keeps his hands on my waist, essentially pulling my hips smack to his pelvis. I grind my hips down to him, rubbing my cunt against his hard dick that is threatening to tear through the flimsy material of his slacks wanting—needing to feel the friction. My warm mouth finds the hard planes of his shoulder blades sinking my teeth on them before soothing the ache with a suck on the now softened spot. My little escapade is cut short when his index finger finds my chin lifting my mouth before he darks down to kiss me—more like he sucks the breath out of me. He leaves my mouth and works down on my chest to the pretty little nipples circling them with his tongue which pulls a whimper from my lips knocking every rationality from me. If you asked my name at this moment I couldn’t remember. This earns me a throaty groan from the ever keeled man who just walked dressed to the nines in a fitted suit not so long ago. To be honest, I like everything that comes out
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