Shaft in hand, slowly stroking himself up and down, Mason approaches the bed. “On your stomach, Karli,” he commands. “Ass in the air.” Yes, sir. I do exactly as I’m told, swiftly flipping over. His large hands cover my ass, kneading, rolling, igniting every nerve ending in the vicinity. “Fucking sexy,” I hear him hiss. He spreads my ass cheeks apart, completely exposing my shamelessly drenched folds. I feel his breath flutter over my center. His lips trace a line so close—so close—to my aching core…but not quite there. “You know you’ve been driving me crazy. Don’t you, Karli?” His tongue comes
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