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Catherine's breathing hitched thickly as my hand drew near her pussy, a place that beats for me. I could still feel the way she pulsed around my fingers and squeezed them so hard and coated them with her juices.
I could have fucked her against that counter, but only I get to see her in complete ruin.
Catherine was already trembling as I cupped my pussy, and I hadn't gotten started yet. I left her starving last night, and I intend to make it up to her.
"Tell me I'm wrong…" I murmured, even though I could read every emotion in her eyes like a book, I needed to hear it from her.
It was so much sweeter that way.
Her hands shot up to my biceps when I rubbed against her pussy, already dripping for me, the thick smell of her sex clouding my nose, making me feral.
"Tell me…" I growled.
She whimpered in response when my finger pushed through, but slowly.
