My Pretty Little Object
“How wet are you, pet?”
“I’m dripping wet, Mr. Harding.” I slide a finger inside and slowly start to fuck myself. “My little pussy is sopping wet for you.”
“Very good, pet. Don’t cum without my permission.”
He goes back to typing as if nothing unusual at all is going on here, and I keep fucking myself and trying my damnedest to obey him. It’s so fucking hard, though. My clit is so swollen, and every touch sends a new rush of pleasure over me. I rock my hips, grinding against my hand, and soon I’m moaning and breathing so heavily that it takes a second for me to notice that he’s stopped typing. The room is silent except for my erotic moans and whimpers. I know I’m not supposed to cum, but, fu
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