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Lucas
The taste of her is intoxicating, unbearably erotic. Her p***y is dripping with cream, and the heated feminine scent of her makes my c**k weep with pre-c*m. I want to thrust into her, feel her slick tightness cradling me, but I also want something else—something Yulia’s withheld from me thus far.
First, though, I need to finish what I started. Ignoring the lust burning in me, I suck on her c**t using the same rhythm that brought her to the edge of climax before. I felt her beginning to spasm before she started fighting, and I know I would’ve had her in another second. She panicked—probably because she doesn’t want to betray him—but I’m not about to stand for it.
She’s going to come tonight, again and again, until her lover is nothing but a distant memory.
It takes less than a
