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Dante:

I watched her grip the table with passion. She was lost in the feel of my fingers inside of her. I moved them slowly and deliberately, enjoying the moans and the way she held on to the table for dear life, knowing that once she touched me, it was over.

“Dante, I can't take anymore. Please."

Erica's face was red and beads of sweat dotted her forehead. She was under so much tension.

I was slow and I would pull away from her clit and pussy, keeping her on the edge. I wasn't going to let her cum just yet.

I pulled my fingers out of her and she fell off the table weakly and was on her knees in front of me.

I bent down and tilted her head upwards.

“Dante…”

"Shhhh. I want you to go to my room and get naked. Wait for me on the bed. Got it?”

She shook her head wordlessly and wobbled to her feet.

She walked away uneasily and I felt a smile curl my lips. My job was done for the day. I grabbed my coat and left the study.

I tried not to stumble on the stairs. I was wobbling from side to sid