Days passed.
We barely spoke in public.
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" Was I fucking you that much good that you're moaning like a sl-" I quickly put my palm onto his lips before he could say anything. He bite on my hand as I hissed and said " There is nothing like that i-" " Seriously!? But your wetness on your panties tells me a different story!! " He put his hand under my skirt and caress my wet pussy. I felt my legs wobbled but before I could fall he took me in his arms. " Abhi toh meine kuch kiya nahi! " And looked into my eyes " Socho jab kuch karunga toh kya haal hoga tumhare pairo ka!! "
“You’re clenching,” he muttered. “Like you’re about to come already. From what? My voice? My fingers? Or just from knowing you’re not in control anymore?” She shivered, thighs trembling as she tried not to fall apart right there. He withdrew suddenly, leaving her empty, aching. You whimpered before you could stop yourself. His laugh was low and dark. “Knew it. You’re that kind of girl. Looking for a daddy in uniform to wreck you, huh?”
“You gonna come already?” he rasped, eyes dark as sin when he looked up from between my legs. “That quick? Thought you hated me, baby.” “I do,” I whispered, breathless. He chuckled darkly. “Then moan my name again while I ruin your pretty little cunt.” He curled his fingers inside me—hard. I cried out. My thighs shook. “Say it,” he demanded, dragging his tongue flat up my slit, slow and filthy. “Say who’s making you fall apart.” “Levi,” I gasped, hips bucking into his mouth.
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