Moments later, she’s crashing over the edge, rolling her hips, milking pleasure from my body until I’m seconds away myself. I won’t. She’s not done. I let her ride out the rest of her orgasm while I breathe through the need to fill her up with me. When it’s finally over, I have no control left. I flip us around until she’s under me, pinned to the mattress, still spread wide. I look down at her and make sure she’s paying attention. “You’re not done, Justine. You’re going to come for me again. And then I want you to watch me come apart for you. You’re going to look at me and watch what you
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