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I grab her chin, lifting her up

“Don’t fight fire with fire,” I say

“Why not?”

“Because I can handle getting burned, but you can’t”

“I’ve been burned before”

“I know—but I can’t handle being the one who burns you”

She gasps

I make my move

I flip her onto her back and sinkthe sweet spot that controls her whier slowly over her clit, feeling her panties soaking around ers

She’s silent at first, and then the first glorious whih her luscious lips

“Please, stop torturing me,” she whispers

I stop

Her hips buck, begging me to finish her

My eyes darken I need answers I need her to come

I lean down and kiss her slowly, torturously It’s a real kiss that floods her body with emotions and drenches my hand with her precum