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Oleg pushes me up against the side of his Denali, pressing his huge body against mine. His mouth finds my neck, and he bites, insinuating his thigh between my legs for me to grind up.
“Are you going to give it to me rough again?” I ask, breathless.
His large hands cup my a*s, and he growls in my ear.
I’m already hot for him—performing makes me horny and so did sitting on his lap between sets. I love the way it feels to get claimed by him.
He hoists my hips up and dry-humps me, the bulge of his c**k pressing right against my sweet spot.
“Promise?” I ask.
He chuckles. First chuckle I’ve ever heard from him.
Then he gently sets me down, opens my door and lifts—not helps—literally lifts me inside and onto the seat.
The guy likes to manhandle me.
And I like being manhandled.
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