Pleasure Under His Command
The tip scraped over that spot inside that wicked, shaking, melt-her-from-the-inside spot like he had mapped her out, memorized her, owned her.
Her thighs trembled.
Her hips lifted automatically, chasing the next thrust, begging for it.
Dominic leaned in, teeth grazing her ear.
“Feel that, baby?” he murmured darkly.
“Your pussy squeezing around a pen like it’s starving for cock.”
Another deep stroke… slow, cruel…
and her whole body tightened under him, a helpless cry swallowed beneath his palm.
He smirked against her neck. ”Yeah. Just like that.”
“Fucking soaked,” he muttered, voice rough, hungry.“You’re gonna cum on a pen like a desperate little slut.”
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