Tamara
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I shouldn’t be enjoying this. I must have told myself this a thousand times. But it felt so good.
The way his tongue slithered around my n*****s. The wetness that coated my buds. It felt too good for me to feel irritated.
And I hated that.
And I hated myself.
“Please….”
“You want me to stop?” He asked, his fingers sliding to my other n*****s.
“Yes, please.” My voice shook, my thighs clenching harder as I tried to stop the heat pooling at my groin area.
But that only made it worse.
“But if I do…” he clamped my bud between his index finger and thumb. “How are you going to get me to submit to you?” He rolled my bud.
A gasp tore from my throat, and my knees buckled. But I caught myself. I shouldn’t go down that easily.
“Shouldn’t you f**k me into submission?” He said,
