[Warning: Mature Content ahead]
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[Music recommendation: The Weeknd - Dollhouse]
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It wasn't until she felt his powerful arms wrap around her bent frame once more that the reality hit her.
He had pressed closer until the hot, blunt tip of his length brushed against her aching, wet entrance. The contact was electric, a searing promise of the end of her torment.
Her eyes rolled back from that single contact as he rubbed against her, his sinuous voice thick with need brushing past her ear like velvety liquid. "Do you feel that? Do you feel me, baby?"
He let out a breathless, sexy chuckle as he continued, "Looks like you are not the only one eager for this. Look at what you did to me."
He pressed his tip slightly against her wet core, making her squirm against his hold as a muffled moan slipped past her lips, trapped between the fabric of her gown clenched tightly between her teeth.
