
“Fuck”
I breathed the word as his wet fingers brushed against my swollen, abused clit before pushing into the soaked folds of my pussy.
“You like that little girl? You like my hand around your throat? My fingers in your pussy? You’re so fucking wet, you must like it”
“God, yes, yes Sir. Fuck”
I said it again, my brain was fogging over in lust and arousal and speech was becoming harder as he rubbed all the sensitive, delicate spots inside me. My cunt ached and dripped all over his hand in response.
“Do you want to cum for me?”
“Mmhmm….yes, please. Please let me cum for you Sir.”
He smiled at that – he likes it when I beg, when I remember that my orgasms are his to give or withhold as he chooses.
“Not yet sweetheart, I want you desperate and whimpering before I let you cum.”
He pulled his hand out and inserted his thigh in between my spread legs.
“Grind on my thigh like the good little slut you are. Suck my fingers and tell me how much you like how you taste. Then maybe I’ll believe you really need to cum.”
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