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“It’s amazing…” I manage to say before he comes onto me with that dark villain's dirty look on his face, and he presses his lips onto mine, while sliding his middle finger into me, and finishes me right then.

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Wet arousal tricklesaround my finger as she shakes and shudders, moaning against my mouth, her hands turning into claws jabbing at my neck and chest.

Holding onto me, she comes undone, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

Her lips burn like clouds of steam, and her eyes look like she’s gone from this world.

Quiet moans keep rushing out of her heaving chest as I look down to fill my view with her tits.

Her nipples are puckered and hard, and her hips rock against my hand as she takes that trip up and up, frantic and crazed.

She’s tight, but I expected that.

She’s hot, and I expected that, too.

No one will touch her after me.

I’d rather kill them with my own hands than let them feel what I feel right now.

Her sweet, tight pussy throbbing around my touch, her smell filling my nostrils. The scent of wet arousal and perfume.

Her mouth perfectly open when she moans.

In a different setting, I’d have my hard-on slide between them, hit the back of her throat, while her hair would be nicely draped over my arm.

I’m so hard that I could rip her open, but I’d rather wait a little.

Take it step by step.

Stroking her pussy, I enjoy the clenching of her center, the force in her grip, the image of my cock in her mouth.

Those strands of hair would look amazing stuck to her face while she’d eagerly suck me.

Impure thoughts for impure times.

I know two men who would blow their brains out if they knew what happened between the walls of my headquarters tonight.

Leilani Gallo will be no one’s but mine.

She spoke, and I just delivered.

I push a second finger in and notice the wince on her face as she experiences pain, so I retrieve it and, as she slows down, pull my middle finger out and slowly stroke her clit, still playing with her pussy.

She has a drunk, satisfied smile on her face that could easily get me undone.

Then she leans on me and kisses me lustfully, stirring me up, knowing that I’m still hard.

“I need to change, I think,” she murmurs. “Would you like to watch me do that?”

My grip hardens on her as I remember that she was doing that for another man.

“Do you really want me to do that?” I ask, my arms around her.

Her eyes soften with a pang of sadness.