“Do you remember how I came for you, Vale?” But he takes over my mind. He’s in it, not me, with his thumb strumming my clit. “Do you remember how hard I fucked your bikini in my fist? How I lifted my hips, thrusting and desperate like it was my cock pumping into your tight pussy? How I arched my back and said your name? How I came, shooting my cum all over my abs, grunting and in so much fucking pain for you?” “Yes. Yes.” My thighs shake. My lips, too. “You came for me, Vale,” he growls. “I watched you, fucking your pretty pussy with your hand. Your lips parted. Your thighs quaked. Your
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