Stalked By My Boyfriends Best Friend
She’s close, teetering on the edge of release, but I slow down, drawing it out, my fingers moving torturously slow.
She moves her hips, grinding against my hand, desperate for more. “Slow down, I promise to let you finish this time,” I whisper, kissing the side of her neck, feeling the shiver that runs through her. Each time she nears her orgasm, I slow my movements again, keeping her hovering just out of reach. Her arousal coats my fingers, but I don’t care. I want her at the breaking point.
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