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Daciana’s pov

His hands moved back and forth between my breasts. He pushed the tips of his fingers into the soft skin of my pussy, massaging my clit lightly. He sucked on my earlobe while his fingers circled my clit harder and faster. “Tell me what you want, pretty girl.” He spoke softly, pressing another soft kiss to the sensitive spot behind my ear.

I gasped.

“I.. please...” I stammered.

His fingers moved faster against my clit, rubbing it faster and harder with every movement. “Say it, baby. Tell me what you want.”

“Please... I need you.” I sobbed, my fingers digging into the counter.

I felt him smile on my shoulder. “Say it,” he repeated, pressing a kiss on my neck.

“Make me come!” I begged, clenching my teeth hard to hold back a scream, my hips jerking wildly against his hand.

Arnou smiled against my neck, pressing a quick kiss on my shoulder before moving his hand away and reaching for a bottle of lube. He squeezed some on it before squeezing my asscheeks tightly, giving them a