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That wakes her up.

I barely slap my hand over her mouth before she screams.

She bucks under me.

Hand over her mouth, I squeeze her breast, letting her feel the edges of the glove catch on the nipple I crave to have in my mouth. Her hips roll when I stroke her through the panties.

Yeah, you like that, don’t you?

She says something muffled against the glove. Carefully, I move my hand. “Stop, stop.” I hook two fingers on the band of the panties. “You’re going to make me come.”

I snort a breath then drag the panties down her thighs. She whimpers, her face twisting in pleasure when the rough seams of the mask rub in all the secret places of her pussy that she doesn’t touch when she’s just stroking herself in bed.

I want to give her my tongue, want to taste her.

I’m afraid if I take the mask off, I won’t be able to control myself.

Won’t be able to tell her how I’m going to ruin her pussy, make her mine, how I want her to be my little porn star, my little slut.

Lock her up in a birdcage, make her masturbate with her legs open for me on command.

Fuck, I’m hard.

I palm myself then force my hand back to her thigh.

Let her ride on the mask, get her pussy juices all over it.

I want to flip her over, finish her on my cock like we did last night.

I didn’t bring a condom, though.

Dumbass.

She clutches at my head, pushing me between the hot wet slit of her pussy. Riding my face until she’s coming against me.

I pull the corner of the mask up. Just enough to allow myself one lick along her slit.

She tastes better than any pastry she’s ever made.

She shudders under the touch of my tongue.

Her fingers stroke her own pussy.

“Fuck me,” she begs. “I need you. I need this. You don’t—you don’t understand.” She’s breathing hard, sprawled out, her shirt pushed up around her breasts. Her panties hang off one ankle.

With her legs spread like that, knees splayed, she looks ready to be fucked.

I’m hard in my pants.

I shift over her then see it.

A note.

It’s not my note.

Saw you touching yourself thinking about him. Just know, dead girls don’t come.

Who the fuck is sending my girlfriend notes?