“Fucking love your cunt,” Finn says breathlessly. He stares down at me, a laser-sharp focus on my tits as they bounce. “How can I make this better for you, Margo?” “Could you…” I trail off and take his left hand, guiding it up my stomach. He pinches my nipples, and I suck in a sharp breath, dragging his touch higher. “My throat. I want you to squeeze my throat.” His eyes flare with lust. “Yeah?” “Yeah.” I nod and his fingers curl around my neck. “Tighter.” “If it’s too much, you tap my thigh, understand?” “Yes, Daddy,” I joke, and I don’t miss the way he slams into me extra hard. How his thumb
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