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Cassie
Not yet?
Two fingers slipped into me from behind, stretching me and filling me deep. I groaned again; this time it was his name that escaped.
“So wet and tight. You know how well my c**k will fit, don’t you? Do you want me to fill you up? Do you want my c**k here?” He thrust aggressively with his fingers, stretching me wider as his other hand pulled on my bottom. “Or my tongue?”
Oh, God.
His hand landed with a sharp sting on my ass when I did not immediately answer.
“Both.”
Images of both flooded my mind and I felt his fingers glide inside my wet core with ease as my arousal coated his fingers. I shifted my hips, moving them so his fingers could go deeper, mimicking how it would be if he worked his thick c**k into me instead. His hand came down on my bottom, a light spank
