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He says, bringing my attention back to him, and I let out a cry when his hand finds the wetness between my thighs, and Sinclair pinches my core.
"You're so fucking wet, Little Greene. Is the thought of my tongue against your pussy making you this wet? " He questions with a sly smirk, as his fingers trails over my wet panties, and I groan under his touch, writhing against him. "Or maybe it's the one of my tongue against your soft breasts, biting down on your hard buds, bringing you closer to your high. " God, I love very few things, and Sinclair talking dirty to me while having me under his complete control comes so close to the top!