“I’m not . . .” What am I trying to say? “. . . pleased.” Words are hard. “Don’t lie to me, angel.” He slaps my clit harder than before, and the pressure is too much for me to hold back. Without trying, my hips rock on him, and he pulls me back so my head rests on his shoulder. “There you go, now was that so difficult?” I turn into his neck while I come, pretending to whisper back, but it’s a cover for my face and to hide as I pant against his skin. My knuckles are white as I grip his thighs and slowly breathe in and out through my nose. “That’s my special girl . . . Your pussy is so sweet
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