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TESSA
Every time he called me “princess,” or “baby girl,” there was a corollary surge of l**t that went straight to my p***y.
That, along with the fact that he pulsed with nameless power which awakened my desire, he was “forcing” me down on his d**k, so that I had to suck air around his c**k in order to breathe, was turning me on beyond all recognition.
No man had ever ordered me about in the bedroom. Enzo did it instinctively and it was just what I needed.
“What did I say about sucking me?”
Regrettably, I took him out of my mouth to look at him, awaiting his explanation.
“Swallow only when I say so.” He regarded me with insatiable hunger.
“I’m not used to doing that. Are you going to make me?”
“Not a chance. You need to convince me how thirsty you are for my c*m. Tell me how b
