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"No," I say, catching her nipple and twisting it. "Eyes on me."
They fly open.
"Oh," she gasps, moving even faster.
"Do you like riding my fingers?"
"Yes."
"How about my cock?"
She swallows, but does not look away.
"Would you like that, Victoria?"
"Yes," she whispers.
"What was that? I couldn't hear you."
"Yes."
"You want to ride my cock, is that it?"
"Yes."
"You want to feel my cock inside you, fucking you, deeper and harder, and faster, and—"
"Yes," she moans, rocking her hips.
"Do you think you can handle it?"
"Yes," she moans, fucking my fingers furiously now.
"Can you take all of me in that tight cunt like you did in your throat?"
She whimpers.
"You did so well when I came in your throat," I tell her. "Fucked it like you were made for it."
"I was," she gasps, her head falling back.
"Victoria."
Her head comes back up.
"Fuck my fingers," I order. "Fuck them like they're my cock. Hard and deep."
She moans.
Her body rocks.
My cock throbs.
And her eyes hold mine.
"That's it," I say. "That's exactly what I want. That's my good girl. My sweet girl. My perfect, beautiful girl. Ride my fingers. Take them deep inside that greedy cunt."
"Yes, yes," she gasps.
