Her grip on my wrist eased; she’d realized I wasn’t stopping. Her nails sank into my sleeve, not resisting, but holding me right there where she wanted me, instead. “There are people,” she murmured. Ah, so that’s what she was worried about. She thought I’d let other people see her unravel. “No one can see you but me. No one gets to see you like this but me, got it?” I growled at her, my hand working her cunt faster and faster, the wetness making a soft squelching noise as she rose quickly. She swallowed hard, her eyes hazy and lost, and nodded. She tilted her head back, her hips moving against
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