“Wait, what? Where are you going?” I cross my arms under my bare breasts and raise an eyebrow. “Whatever I want, remember?” I repeat the earlier agreement. “Didn’t you like it? Don't you want more?” Confusion mars his face. My body screams to get back on, to complete what I was chasing, but I tell it to shut the fuck up for a second. Somehow, I just knew he turned into someone he’d been with everyone else. “Don’t do that.” “Do what?” “Do that thing where you put on a show. Yes, you have an impressive cock with a lot of piercings—” that feels fucking unbelievable and might ruin my velvet
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