“I don’t know,” I whisper shyly. “Then I’d want to find out,” he growls, inching closer. I raise my hips up so he can get a better look at what’s going on between my legs. “I’d slap that tight little cunt just to hear you scream.” Muffling a sob, I slap my pussy, bucking under the shockwave of pleasure that rolls from my clit and up to my lower stomach. Holy crow. “Harder,” he demands. I slap it again, an orgasm cresting inside me. “Oh, swan,” I mutter, turning my head and biting down on a cushion. “Don’t you dare look away from me, Aurora. I want to see the look on your face when you come.”
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