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“f**k, you feel good on my fingers,” Stanton muttered, his forearm on her chest, pinning her against the wall of the elevator as he thrust inside her dripping p***y.
“The cameras,” she exhaled as she stared up at him, her vision a little hazy from the pleasure he was currently eliciting from her.
“My back’s blocking their view,” he stated, adding another finger. She had to widen her stance to accommodate the three. His thumb grazed and flicked over her engorged clit in a maddening rhythm. Delirium was setting in and her head dipped back, knocking against the wall.
“Oh, no you don’t,” he warned as he withdrew his fingers.
Grabbing his wrist to keep him in place, she begged, “What? No, don’t take them away!”
Clucking, his fingers thrust in rapid succession. His mouth was on hers, sw
