Chloe's POV I pressed my palms against the white tablecloth, my fingers curling as the vibrator's hums sent waves of orgasms to my swollen clit, making my knees buckle. Oh God, I was fucking soaked. My thighs were slick with my juices, and I could feel them run down my thighs. Mike's hands grabbed my hips roughly, and the tip of his cock teased my folds. Fuck! I needed him to fuck me like he hated me. "Please, Mike... fuck me now!", I whined, arching my body to his, my pussy twitched desperately to take him whole. He growled, and I felt his tip nudge in, stretching me just enough to make my breath hitch. Fuck yes! He froze suddenly, his grip on me tightened, but not in the 'he was going to rail me till I screamed' way. It was a tense grip. I looked over my shoulder, catching his furrowed brow as he glanced at his phone when it chimed. The screen lit up with a notification that made his jaw clench. "What's wrong?" I gasped, the vibe still torturing my clit as I rocked
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