a sudden absence, a loss as he removes his fingers from me. I nearly scream in frustration. I’m about to protest, when, in one swift motion, he rips my panties clean off. The sound of lace tearing barely registers before his fingers thrust inside me, stretching me open, filling me in one devastating stroke. “Sergei,” I cry, pleasure ripping through me. “Shh.” His fingers pump—slow, ruthless—while his thumb circles my clit just lightly enough to drive me insane. “You want to be fucked by a real man, don’t you?” I whimper and nod rapidly, my hips arching, my entire body desperate. Then he pulls
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