Debbie.
“Oh yes… I—I do.”
River had just put the tip in, just as he said, and he was.
Now, thrusting it in and out of me—slowly, in a way that would make sure it didn't all go in.
“Debbie, you’re so tight,” he whispered. “So damn tight.”
The sight of what I was doing—the sheer realization of it—was getting me crazy.
Then his d**k slipped out. I felt it on my slit, on the hood of my c**t. He lined it, brushing it on my c**t.
“f**k… ah…” I cursed low.
He did it again and again and again, lining himself on my c**t. My eyes widened, and I caught his gaze. His eyes were now amber, a testament to the thing going on in his head.
I swallowed hard.
“Yesss… yesss,” I moaned low, looking at him.
“You’re so beautiful, Debbie,” he purred. “So f*****g beautiful that I can’t help it.”
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