His fingers explored my wetness as I screamed in
delight. Back and forth, sometimes with
soft circles, he teased my heat, coating his fingers with my need. I begged him to let me have more than the
edge of this moment, yet each time my levee neared bursting he would withdraw
smiling wicked and masculine. My body,
tensed, would finally relax and before that moment could near constant he was
taunting me again. He knew his torture
well and I enjoyed every fucking second, squirming wet in his grasp, begging
for him to stop and to never stop.
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