Bride For The Blind Don
My walls fluttered around my knuckles as I pushed deeper, curling just enough to graze that spot that made my breath hitch.
A soft moan slipped out.
Then another, louder, as I started pumping faster.
“Fuck… oh god…” The words tumbled free, shaky and raw.
Zeden stood a few feet away, water still dripping from his hair, hand wrapped tight around his cock.
He stroked himself lazily at first, eyes locked between my legs, watching every slide of my fingers, every quiver of my thighs.
“Tell me whose name you should be screaming for right now, Amber,” he said, tone dark and thick. “Tell me.”
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