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“I would love to have that dessert –filthy, rough, breathe and body wrecking orgasm.”

“Your dessert is ready, all you have to do is dish it.” he says, his voice underscore with humor as he grab my hand and place it at the crotch of his pants, his gaze searing into mine, he curls my fingers around the thick outline of his shaft and I shudder.

His cock pulses against my palm. He rubs my hand harder