Marcus leaned down, his masked face right next to her ear. His hot breath washed over her neck, making her shiver violently. "I'm not here for your money, Clara. I'm here for this." His free hand slid down her body, grabbing the hem of her nightgown and shoving it up over her hips, exposing her bare, smooth p***y. His rough, calloused fingers slid between her thighs, finding her soaking wet slit. He dragged his fingers through her slick folds, coating them in her thick juices. "Look at that. You're completely soaked. Your cunt is dripping for a stranger who broke into your room. What kind of slut gets this wet when she's scared?"
Clara let out a shaky moan, her hips bucking up against his hand involuntarily. "Please," she begged, though they both knew she wasn't begging him to stop.
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