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AMAIRA

My lower back rise in response to his sweet torture as he hammered into me, his hands fisted at my sides, sweat lined at his back, my fingers digging into his flesh and my arms curled around his back.

I moan sharply as he grunts, hitting the right spot, leaving my legs trembling underneath me as I climax along side me.

"F**k Amaira... you're so delicious." He groaned as he carried my supple nipples between his lips, sucking on it while gripping my other breast, fumbling and kneading it like it was fine clay.

"D- Damien." I moan with half closed eyes, reflexively grabbing a mass of his hair in my hand, twisting my fingers around it, parting my legs further, curling it around his lower back.

"Yes... yes Amaira" I hear him whisper into my ear as his fingers glided across my navel, lowering to touch the wet flower between my parted legs. "Moan for me... I want to hear you... don't hold back."

With that, he plunged his finger into me, sending surges of pleasure travelling from