Elene
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“Come on, El.” His breath fanned my skin as he buried his head in the curvature of my neck. “One more time.”
I felt his c**k pressing into my ass cracks, my breath caught halfway and my fingers tightened around the pan.
His body felt hard against mine, his hand wrapping tightly around my waist. One of his hands drifted to my chest, and he began kneading my breasts.
My pulse thudded in my throat, telling me I was about to cross a line I shouldn’t.
“Fredrick,” I moaned out, faint pleasure rolling over my skin. “We can’t do this.”
“But we already have,” Fredrick said, before dragging his lips up and kissing my neck. “I want to f**k you so bad. To feel your wet p***y around my cock.” He kissed my earlobe, his hand still massaging my breast and the other held me in place. “Eve
