SWEET AND MINE
"Oh,"
"Yeah, gotta see what I see. You're beautiful."
Spread to his desire, each of my hands hooked to my legs; his digits drilled deeper, moving in and out. It was too much.
His ministration went faster as he whispered words into my ear; words that added more heat, awakening the dormant boldness in me. He spoke of words of love, sweet words as if he had known me before this.
I shook my head, "Please, please, please!"
"This is mine. And you belong to me! Say it!"
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