Mind Your Manners
by Miz Angell
His hand grasps my hair; yanks my head back.
“Please.” I whisper.
His teeth sink into my neck. My thighs get soaked. “Please.”
His other hand reaches under my skirt, finding me wet. I bite my lip. He sinks his fingers into me violently.
“Please” I moan.
His tongue licks my lobe, trailing down to my collarbone, his fingers continuing their invasion.
“Please.”
His thumb finds my clit, repeatedly pushing that button. I’m so close to coming.
“Please.” I whimper.
His tongue replaces his thumb. My pulse throbs. My body falls. I shatter.
“Thank you.” He whispers.
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