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"London." I sobbed, pushing him more into me, silently begging, and his big hand slid slowly up my thigh.
"Do you want me to f**k you?"
Oh, dear moon goddess, I did want him to f**k me.
"YES!"
"How hard?" He groaned, his thumb rubbing delicious circles on my s*x. I rocked my hips forward unconsciously, seeking more.
"Answer me!" He roared.
"How hard do you want my d**k to f**k your tight little p***y?"
"Very hard. Oh god, London, please." I begged, throwing my head back. My hand flew out, clutching at his hand, and I pulled it to my heavy breasts, wanting desperately for it to be assaulted.
"f**k me, please," I pleaded.
"Im going to f*****g ruin you for good."
Yes do! Like my life isn't already ruined.
Without a second thought, London pounced on me, taking my lips
