“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?”
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