He traces up my thigh, then teases me open with one finger, crooking it forward in the most exquisite motion. “Fuck,” I cry out. I’m lost. The euphoria is so consuming I can’t make sense of all the tingles coursing through my body. Locke’s tatted hand presses into my low belly. The pressure on the outside is the perfect counterpoint to the way K’s massaging my G-spot. My legs quake, and the unmistakable urge to pee flashes through me. It passes just as quickly as it came, and my body keeps climbing… “Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m going to come hard,” I warn, too wrapped up in my own pleasure to be
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