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    He smirked, a devilish glint in his eyes. “But you’re already so wet.”


    His fingers returned, rubbing my folds and slipping inside me until the wet, sticky sounds were all I could hear.


    My core clenched around nothing, the emptiness only amplifying the ache building inside me.


    ncing down, I was struck by the sight of his dick in my hand—thick, rigid, and pulsing with need. Veins traced along his length, and a bead of clear fluid glistened at the tip.


    Swallowing hard, I wrapped both hands around him, stroking faster, desperate to distract myself from the unbearable sensations coursing through me.


    He seemed to relish it. A low growl rumbled in his throat as his body pressed me back against the bench behind us.


    Dominic’s eyes were locked on my hands as they moved, his own hands kneading my breasts with unrestrained hunger. His head dipped into the curve of my neck, his lips branding my skin as he sucked with fervor that made my pulse quicken. His voice, low and raspy, spilled into my ear. “Do you remember how I fucked you herest time?”


    As if to punctuate his question, he slid his long fingers under thece trim of my outfit, tugging it aside to free my breastspletely.


    This outfit was so impractical. The thought flickered through my mind, but I had no time to dwell on it.


    My breath came in shallow pants as I turned my head away, refusing to answer him.


    He chuckled darkly before spreading my legs and pressing his hot, rigid length against me, then thrusting into my vagina.


    “Ah!” The moan escaped my lips before I could stifle it. But I knew someone could walk in at any moment, so I bit my lip and swallowed the sounds threatening to spill.


    Dominic smirked as he watched my reaction. He began to move, his hips driving forward with powerful thrusts that left no space between us.


    My body stretched to amodate him, every inch of my core molded to the shape of his thick, throbbing shaft.


    “Mm… tight as ever,” he muttered against my neck, his breath hot and tantalizing. His movements were relentless, each thrust deliberate, as if he sought to im every part of me.


    He was like a beast on the hunt. The rhythmic p of his body against mine echoed softly, apanied by the wet, slick sounds of our joining.


    “Dominic… too… too deep,” I gasped, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer despite my protest.


    His massive length reached ces that sent electric pulses through my body. The raised veins of his shaft dragged against my sensitive walls, igniting nerve endings with every motion. My body betrayed me, yielding to his relentless rhythm, the tension building until cum trickled down my thighs.


    “Uh… Mm…” My moans were a mix of pain and pleasure.


    My vagina tightened around him, the soft, yielding flesh clinging to his length, trapping him in a vice-like grip. His brow glistened with sweat as he looked down at me.


    “Is this what you wanted?” His lips brushed against mine in a fleeting, heated kiss. His hips never stopped, driving into me with a force that left me trembling.


    “Yes,” I admitted on a shaky breath, my arms winding around his neck, holding on as if my very sanity depended on it.


    The soft “yes” seemed to ignite something primal in him. With a growl, he shifted us, flipped me over, and guided my buttocks upward before driving into me again from behind.


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