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20. Say The word
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2024-12-12 07:00:15Aria gasped for breath. Her face turned to the side as her eyes found mine. "How can you say this isn’t a punishment, you sadist?" She choked out.
My eyes darkened in response. I pressed down on her lower back, pushing her against my hard cock, and shoved her legs open. When she immediately tried to close them, I slapped the inside of her thighs until she spread them open.Upset with her continuous resistance, I slapped the tips of my fingers against her pussy. The room echoed with the sounds of her dripping wet pussy."Listen to how soaked you are, Tesorina. Does this sound like pain or pleasure to you?"Her legs flew shut, trapping my hand between her thighs, a strategic mistake she was going to pay for and I made sure of that. Curling my fingers, I found her opening and thrust two fingers into her."Oh, god," she cried, her spine arching."Just as tight as I'd thought," I hissed between clenched teeth. "You were meant for me."I could tell she ha
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