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His eyes jump up to mine. “You don’t need to worry about what guys like.”

“I —”

His hand on my thigh flexes. “No.Mine, remember?”

I swallow at his possessive tone. “D-do you like it?”

He goes back to looking at my pussy, his thumb circling over my hole. “Yeah.” Then, “Which means it’s not a good thing for you.”

I know.

Because it will hurt.

But I’m not going to be a crybaby. Even if I want to. So, so badly.

BecauseI’veasked him to do this.

So I say, “I won’t cry.”

Still circling my hole, he looks up again. “You will.”

I will. I know.

“I won’t bleed.”

His jaw clenches. “That’ll happen too.”

I know that too.

Because it’s not as if it’s in my hands. It’s not in his either.

But it’s okay. It’s okay.

I will survive.

“Do you have a condom?”

His eyes are burning. “Yeah.”

I lick my lips. “Will you wear it?”

He licks his lips too. “You want me to wear it?”

I nod. “Y-yes. I’m not… I’m not on the pill, remember?”

For several seconds, he circles and circles his thumb around my hole. While staring and staring at me. As if casting a spell or something. Rubbing my pussy to make magic.

And he does make magic.

Because the more he circles my hole, the harder he stares at me, the more restless I get.

The more I leak.

And throb.

Oh yeah, I’m throbbing. In all of this, I forgot about the throbbing. The pulsing.

The clenching of not only my hole but also my clit.


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