Brenda
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My breath snagged in my throat, my clit throbbed beneath his faint touch.
“I can see you like that,” Tommy hummed in my ears, he added more pressure, gliding his fingers up and down my clit.
My legs pulled apart involuntarily as I felt heat flooding every inch of p***y down to my toes still stuck in my heels.
He began moving his hands in circles, my liquids smearing around my bud saying as lubricants, making his movement smooth.
A ghost of gasp broke out of my lips as shiver tore up my spine.
His breath was still hot against my ears. “Look at you… shaking for me already,” Tommy said, “yet you say you hate me.”
I tried closing my hips to fight him off. I should be fighting off, moaning would only prove that I’m giving in to him.
But when he flicked my clit, my thighs t
