F**CKING THE ENEMY 10

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Emma's POV Jake's hand slowly coming in contact with my wet p***y made me gasp against his mouth. He teased my c**t first, flicking it gently until I was shaking from pleasure. Then he dug his finger into me with an intensity that made me whimper. Holding my waist, he guided my movements until my back was against a desk, then his mouth left my lips to tease my neck with kisses. Pleasure ran through my body unchecked and the more his fingers worked on my p***y, the deeper in me I wanted them. I felt like a needy puppet in control of the only master that had the power to do so. The only difference between me and a puppet was that I was moaning and whimpering at the same time. I bit down on my lip to muffle my moans but I lost control of that when Jake abruptly slipped a second finger into

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