His other woman
He presses deeper into me, I meet his thrust this time, desperate for him to be closer.
"Does this feel dead to you? Hmm?" he whispers, the tenor of his voice dark and sinful. A snarl forming on his face. He looks vicious and enticing at the same time.
His fingers pinch my nipple through the flimsy fabric of my bra, tugging hard and wringing a pained cry from my throat.
Yet, my pussy reacts differently without my permission. His touch alone is making me feel crazed. Nothing has ever felt so fucking good.
"Answer me" he whispers into my ear, sending violent tremors throughout my body.
The ever-present fear steadily pumping into my bloodstream, nearly drugging me with its potenc
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