CHAPTER 20: MAGGIE
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“What?” Maggie almost moaned when Terry stopped touching her. She’d been so close to release.
“You heard me, rabbit. Start with your tits.”
She couldn’t see a thing with the blindfold, but he had to be kidding. He didn’t actually want her to play with herself in front of those other men, did he?
Terry was a hands-on kind of guy, but occasionally, he liked to watch as she touched herself. He’d sit across the room, his dark eyes filling with heat and making her bolder. Sometimes, he’d make her bring herself to o****m. She shivered at the memories. Those nights were particularly hot. She’d be satiated and he’d be ravenous—his hands and mouth everywhere as he took her rough and wild.
“Rabbit, don’t make me get the riding crop.”
She bit her lip, remembering h
