“I-I c-can’t … hold on.” “So let go,” he orders. “Let go and come for me.” Resting my head on the ladder, I arch my back and press the soles of my feet against the metal handrails as an orgasm even more intense than the last one—more intense than anything the world has ever seen—crashes through me like a freight train. I cum so much that I’m sure I drench us both. Every cell in my body trembles with the force of my release, and the wicked devil with those magic hands finger fucks me through it, grunting his appreciation as he does. “Did I …?” I gasp when I can find my voice again. “You sure
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