Claimed by My Mafia King
Tears falling nonstop, I lowered my voice and forced out each word:
"I... this little slut... pussy... pussy's itchy... wants... Master to rub... rub till..."
Before I could finish the last syllable, he cut in: "Louder, slut."
My breath was shaky, trembling. I sucked in air and raised my voice: "This little slut's pussy is so fucking itchy... wants... wants Master to rub it... rub it till I squirt non-stop, like a desperate bitch..."
He bit down on the back of my neck, his hand covering my swollen, aching clitoris.
A sensation I'd never felt before made me shudder all over—like an electric jolt of numbness, mixed with bone-deep pleasure igniting under his rough, heavy friction.
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