“Jesus fuck,” he said. “Fucking come. Count to five and come with me.” “One,” I whispered, slipping three fingers inside myself. “Two…” “Faster,” he said, his voice needier than I’d ever heard it. “Fucking faster, Bebe!” “Three.” I fucked myself so hard my legs kept spasming. “Four, please, Miles, fuck, please…” “Five,” he grunted, and I came for him, spraying the camera when my pussy squirted and my fingers came out. I fucking howled and he laughed at me, laughed with a desperate edge. “You fucking dirty little bitch,” he said, and I fell back on the floor, raising the camera over me and
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