“Otto,” she whimpered, but she still didn’t stop, and she was tweaking at her fabric-covered nipple as she kept working herself into a writhing, messy pile. Clearly, she was racing toward an orgasm that I could see glimmering all around her. “Fuck, Raven…” I scrubbed a palm over my face to break up the disorder. To give myself some clarity. To fucking come back down to this godforsaken plane where I didn’t get to do this. Where I didn’t get to watch this goddess come undone in the middle of my bed. It snapped me back enough that I wheezed, “Fuck, didn’t mean to barge in like this. I thought…I
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