STUCK
His hands returned in eagerness, holding her by her breasts,
"Only I can see you like this", he leaned in her ear, grasping her delicate neck again, "Only me", his other hand still played with the two possessions in need, avoiding touching the part of her body asked for him the most.
"You disgust me" it was a symbol of rebellion, the sign of protest that her body did not agree with, her mind battling the war alone.
"I disgust you?" he almost laughed, almost.
"So if I push my hand in between that tiny pussy, my fingers would return dry?"
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