“You want my mouth on what, Little Dancer? Say. It.” “My pussy!” I shout, frustrated. He laughs. “Very good. What else?” My cheeks are burning. “I want you to make me come with your tongue while your fingers are inside me.” “Inside what?” He’s obnoxious. “My slippery love channel. My sopping wet cunt. My slick canal. I read a lot of smutty books, and I can keep going. Take your pick, Master.” I’m panting by the time his eyes bore into mine, and two fingers slip back into me. “And then what?” I chew on my lower lip. “And then I want to fuck you.” “You mean you want me to fuck you.” I close my
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