My Ex-Fiancé's Regret
“Don’t tell me you’re starting to get scared again,” he whispered before returning his lips to my sensitive nipples. His hand slid lower, shifting my panties aside, the fabric brushing against my skin.
“Someone might walk in,” I managed to say, though my voice was barely audible.
“Forget everyone and focus on us,” he murmured. His fingers began to tease me, running over my clit with a deliberate slowness that made my breath hitch. “I love how you’re always so wet for me,” he said, his tone filled with raw desire. As his pace quickened, his words urged me on.
“Don’t hold back your moans. I want to hear all of it.” The knowledge that his office was soundproof was the only reassuran
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