Samantha’s PovI wrapped my hands around his swollen length.I craved him. My hands slid down to the base of his cock—and he pulsed beneath my touch.“Cocky girl,” he whispered, his voice low and teasing. I loved it when he called me names, when he praised me. It did something to me every single time. I turned him over, cradling him from the top. My hands stayed on his pulsating length—long, hard, and ready to release.Or in me. God, I hoped so.“At some point, we’ll have to get out of bed,” he groaned.“No, I don’t want to,” I pouted stubbornly.He chuckled, and that sound always did wicked things to me. I loved hearing him laugh or even just chuckle—that little grunt he gave whenever he did so was intoxicating.“You have to, baby, plus tonight is the night,” he said with a smirk. I rolled my eyes dramatically. “I know, I know—you have to get ready.”Glancing at my wrist as if checking an invisible watch, “It’s still noon… there’s time.”He chuckled again at my antics before shiftin
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