I can’t refuse. Even though I’ve had so many, my body screams for more. I press my legs together, then spread them. My labia are wet. Tender. Between them I’m soaking. Needy. My cunt begs for more.
I moan when his hand ignites my tender flesh. Three strikes, and another orgasm floods through me.
Doing it myself is much harder. Three slaps, and his fingers find my clitoris, tipping me over the edge once more.
Until I’m spent. Exhausted.
He leaves me there, a smile on my face because of two words.
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