“Prove it to you?” Cristian asked, the shakiness gone from his voice. He tugged me onto the bed with him, flipped me onto my back, and crawled between my legs.
My fingers relaxed against the gun’s grip, and I nearly let it fall out of my hands, but he wrapped my fingers around it and pointed it right at his head.
“If you’re going to point that gun at me, don’t let it slip.”
After gently pulling down my leggings and underwear, Cristian gazed down at my p***y, a smirk stretching across his lips. He brushed his fingers down the insides of my thighs, and I stayed completely still, feeling all the tingles and keeping my hands steady. He laid down on the bed on his stomach, his head between my legs, and held my thighs apart, pressing his lips to my p***y and thrusting a finger into me.
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