‘You can come on two conditions,’ I tell her, admiring the growing glassiness in her eyes, the wetness surrounding my fingers and the contractions in that flat stomach of hers as she tries to hold it together. ‘You keep your eyes on me, and you beg me.’ She nods, so beautifully eager. Her glorious eyes attempt to focus on me. Good. I want my ravishing little plaything looking right at me as she comes apart under my fingers. ‘Please, sir.’ She swallows. ‘Please put your thumb on my clit again.’ I raise an eyebrow. She can do better than that. ‘I need it,’ she says. ‘I’m so turned on still from
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