Nothing prevented me from simply pulling the mask up and revealing his secret identity at that moment.
And the idea was very tempting.
"If you pull the mask, I stand up and leave right now. I leave you handcuffed, dripping down your thighs and begging for an orgasm," he said, brutally serious, but without stopping penetrating me provocatively while he spoke.
I would be lying if I said seeing him so severe didn’t excite me even more.
"And if I don’t pull it?" I asked with a daring smile curling the corner of my lips.
"Then I’m going to find out if your climax is as delicious as your pussy."
My response was tightening my thighs strongly around his head to force him back to work—but also to hurt him.
The Ripper sank back into me, moaning against my core, loving every second of it.
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