The girl was weeping softly now, but she gave a nod in response.
Boris lowered his head, taking one of her n*****s into his mouth. The girl cried out and shoved at his head. "No!"
Boris forced his hand between her legs, parted those soft, creamy thighs, and shoved a finger inside her.
Emeriel cried out in pain, squirming under his touch.
"Hold still!" he barked, and she complied. Boris kept his finger there, even as her entrance clenched around his invasive digit, trying to keep him out. "Gods, have you never had anything there before?" he murmured, his eyes glazed over. “That's snugger than anything I've ever been in before—and I've been in a lot, by the way—and it’s merely a finger." His d**k dripped precum, aching within the confines of his shorts. "You're going to feel so good on
