RUYI WYNTER ❦ Lucien’s fingers were still buried deep inside me, two thick digits stretching my sheath open while I sat naked on his lap, the short white robe hanging open around my shoulders. Lucien sucked harder on my nipple, pulling it deep into his warm mouth, tongue flicking the sensitive tip until my back arched.I moaned softly, my walls fluttering around his fingers. My pussy was already so wet, dripping down his hand and onto his thigh. Every slow thrust of his fingers made a wet, filthy sound that filled the quiet room.Then he stopped. He pulled his fingers out completely, leaving me empty and clenching on nothing. I whimpered, hips twitching forward, chasing the feeling.Lucien lifted his head from my breast, eyes dark with hatred as he looked at me.“Not yet,” he said quietly.He slid his hand back between my thighs, but this time he only teased my clit — slow, light circles with the pad of his middle finger. My swollen little nub throbbed under his touch. My softness
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