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“Did you come yet?”
She tosses me another scowl, still looking away.
Leaning into her ear, I whisper, “Do you have any idea how perfect you
are?”
Her breathing hitches, and she finally turns her face to me. I run my
hand up her pussy, over her smooth, toned stomach, and just under her halfshirt,
grazing the underside of her breast.
“Show me what you do with it,” I beg.
Her eyes flash up to me, worry and nervousness written all over her
face.
I glide my fingers over her hard nipples. “I’ll love everything you do. I
promise.”
She shakes her head.
I grip her breast harder, a little whimper catching in her throat.
“Do it now,” I growl, demanding.
Her head falls back, and she squirms a little, clearly turned on, and I
moan in her ear, my dick fucking solid.
I hear the clank of the vibrator and remote, and stand up, backing away,
so I can watch her. I expect her to lie back, stick the ball between her thighs,
and start rubbing it on herself, but she doesn’t do that.
Instead, she slowly turns over onto her stomach and slides the egg
between her and the sheet, all the way down to her pussy.
I sit down in the chair next to her bedside table, not blinking even once.
I don’t want to miss a second.
Bending a knee to spread herself open, she positions the ball right
where she needs it, and I let my eyes fall down her body. The sexy little
white T-shirt that ends halfway down her back, her perfect ass, her sexy,
tanned legs, and when the buzzing begins…