“That’s right, Little Swan,” he whispers against me. “Use me for your pleasure. Take what you want – how much you want. Ride it all out and stain that underwear for me like a good little girl.” My nipples harden as my orgasm builds. His words spur me on, creating a heat in my belly. “I can smell you, Cignette,” Dorran says, then licks my lower lip. “My God, I can feel your sweet pussy weeping for release. You want that, don’t you? You wanna come for me?” “Yes,” I hiss. “Fuck yes.” “Then do it,” he commands, and claims my lips in a dizzying kiss. “Come all over my jeans. Fucking mark me with
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