Do we have a recording of your fucking voice?” “You mean this voice?” I arch my back a little and cry, gasping with the same unraveling pleasure, though there is a slight difference in my fake orgasm and the real one. My voice cuts off shorter every time Ryke takes me hard, and here it’s more drawn out. “Ryke, ahhh…” My chest rises and falls heavily, like I struggle to breathe. He sits on his knees, watching me, and then he hardens, turned on.
FREAKSSS.. OMG.
