Adaline teases his nipple with the tip of her tongue, with the edges of her
teeth, rocking her fingers into him more surely now, rubbing his clit
faster, firmer, exactly how she knows she likes herself.
"I think," she says, her tone calculated, breathy, pitched low, "I'd like
you to hold me down and make me come until I'm all but begging you to stop."
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Adaline teases his nipple with the tip of her tongue, with the edges of her teeth, rocking her fingers into him more surely now, rubbing his clit faster, firmer, exactly how she knows she likes herself.
"I think," she says, her tone calculated, breathy, pitched low, "I'd like you to hold me down and make me come until I'm all but begging you to stop."