“Good girl. Fingers,” he orders. “Now.” I shove my hand down my underwear with no grace. “Oh my God.” It’s just…so much. Way too much. “Why am I so wet?” “It’s normal,” he says. “You’re going to need it.” “F-for what?” He exhales against my shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. Just touch yourself.” I rub myself clumsily, slipping through my folds. I’ve done this enough times in my life, it should be easy. But it’s like there’s a balloon swelling inside me, and it won’t pop. My hips buck impatiently, and I circle, I rock, I grind, and…I nearly burst into tears. “Slowly,” Koen orders roughly. “Can
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