“What about all those book boyfriends you write?” he asked as he dragged the pad of his fingers over my G-spot. “What would they be thinking right now?” I whined as another tide of pleasure brought me closer to my peak, then flowed away. “I don’t know.” “Yes, you do,” he coaxed. “Your hero wouldn’t be thinking about anything except how fucking magical his love interest is. How soft and warm her pussy is. How much he can’t wait to get inside of her. How beautiful she looks on her back, spread out for him like a feast. He’d be thinking about the way she would look when she’s on top of him,
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