A touch of sin
I choked on air, letting my hips move because I wanted more.
“Grinding on my hand,” Damian laughed, a deep and baritone chuckle that had my pussy clenching around his fingers. “You like that, don’t you?” He grunted, thrusting into me with enough force to have my body hitching on the wall. Fuck. His fingers feel so good.
He slid his hand over my back before finding my hair in his fist. He pulled my hair back, forcing me to look at him.
“Shit,” I breathed, rolling my hips on his fingers as he continued to slide them in and out of me. He pushed my underwear down my legs, stretching it around my ankles and heels.
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