Madeline
He s*****d me again, but this time he didn't let me go.
His painful slaps turned into a series of slow touches to my naked lower health.
At first it was a simple touch, but with every press of his fingers they got more and more heated. More and more bold until his fingers started to trace the place that was burning in need of him.
He slowly started with the outer lips of my p***y and then moved further. His rough finger flicked the sensitive clit that was crying for his attention. The moment our skin made contact there I couldn't stop myself from crying out. It felt like with one little touch he touched my whole body.
My back arched, but his strong grip held me in place.
I was ready to scream for him... to... to let me go... no... to touch me more, to take it further.
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