me you can’t take it anymore.” “Your devil tongue would make me want to come sooner than I prefer.” He dips his finger to my arousal, barely touches my clit, and then removes his hand completely, bringing it back to my stomach. “Nooo,” I groan. “JP, don’t move your hand.” “Are you trying to tell me what to do?” he asks as he lightly moves his fingers over my breasts, circling my areolas, but never giving me what I want. “Yes, you’re making me so hot, so wet.” “Good.” His hand moves back between my legs and rests there, his palm cupping me, his fingers present, but not doing anything. “Would
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