“Bebe, you’re going to touch yourself for me now,” I told her, and she let out a panicked little breath that made me chuckle. “Why are you acting shy, sugar? We both know you’re fingering that tight little cunt at the sound of my voice.” She caught her breath and I fucking heard it. Heard her pull her fingers out of that cunt with a delicious squelch. “I’m not,” she protested. “Okay, you’re not,” I groaned. “Now stop fucking lying and taste your fingers for me, sweetie. I want to know what my cunt tastes like.” I could practically feel her shaking. “Don’t act coy,” I reprimanded her. “Fingers.
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