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Holland ss and licks her lips Leaning in, I presskiss as my hand finds the heart of her

“Yes, touch h shemy mouth over hers and kiss her slowly now

“Shush,” I whisper She’s so wet already There is no resistance as lides over the soft rise of her clit I lose a few brain cells as she begins to pulse against the pad of er

“Don’t tease” Her ad who, here? Who is the torturer, and who is the tortured as her hands hter manacle of my wrist?

I push a little deeper

“Darling, you’re so wet for me” My words are pure praise She is so exquisitely forhtI can I kiss her Kiss her as I use ers to pleasure her Kiss her as my heart pounds in time to the pulse of her Kiss her as I push to stand without s

“You’re so lovely I can barely fucking stand it” I listen tomyself that she’s not mine to take Not yet But I can kiss her Christ, how I can kiss her,her backwards as I support her, s

Sheinto , lush kisses and whispered need My hands are still shaking as I pull her upright and wrench down one side of her jeans, one side then the other, her body jerking with the movement so beautifully Her excitement is painted in the flush of pink across her chest I closeher over the table and pressing her down

“Your skin is like silk,” I whisper, pressingher jeans and underwear down to her knees “And your pussy is where I want to make my home”

I thrust s around the roo my hand

“Oh, God, yes!” Holland throws back her head, her hand coh to touch me

“Stay where I fucking put you,” I growl, unable to surace as I hold her there by the neck Especially not as her cries begin to crest I whisper such filth to her as she presses back into my hand, thrust for thrust

I whisper how she doesn’t get to touch She only gets to come