WENDY'S POVI was lying on the cold marble countertop, my chest rising and falling in jagged, desperate heaves. The contrast of the chilled stone against my back and the heat radiating from Nathaniel standing between my thighs was enough to make my vision blur. My legs were spread wide, my knees hooked up toward my shoulders in a vulnerable position that put every inch of my swollen, soaking pussy on display under the bright kitchen lights.I watched, mesmerized and shaking, as Nathaniel reached into the fruit bowl and grabbed a firm, yellow banana. He began to peel it with agonizing slowness, his eyes locked on mine. When the white, curved tip of the fruit emerged, I let out a sharp gasp."Wh-what are you going to do with that?" I stammered, my voice trembling."Just wait and see, Wendy. Someone's a little impatient today," he murmured, his voice a low, predatory rumble.He took his sweet time, stripping the peel away in perfect ribbons, ensuring the fruit stayed whole and smooth. He
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