Sin like

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"Fuck you feel so good around my fingers" Elias said between his heavy breaths. His breathing was erratic but so was mine.

"F-fuck this feels so good" My brain was empty the only thing I could think of were his hands in my tight hole.

"Yeah? Shit your pussy is so wet for me." His words were making me more and more weak.

I grinded my wet core against his forearm as he was pumping in and out of me. I reached down to rub my sensitive bud.

"Move you're fucking hand" Elias demanded. When I didn't listen he threw my hand out the way and began pumping in and out faster.

"Oh shi—  Is all I could get out. He was so rough, he knew exactly what I needed.

"Are you gonna make that pretty little pussy come for me baby? Huh?" Those words he spoke were dangerous.

I couldn't respond the pleasure that was building deep inside the pits of my abdomen was too good to be able to do anything else.

Not liking the silence Elias grabbed my face "Open your goddam mouth" I followed his instructions and as I did he spit into my open gape. His warm liquid filling my mouth.

"I love spitting in your fucking mouth, fuck! You get my dick so hard" I could feel his pulsating Phalis through his grey sweats. I wanted to please him too, so I began stroking him through his pants.

"Uh uh, tonight's about you." He three my hand out the way again and began curling his hands inside my tight hole.

"Fuck! I'm gonna come Elias!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"Come for me baby, make this pretty pussy come for daddy"

And with those words I unraveled myself onto his things fingers.

"Elias!" I screamed while I was riding out my O.

Once I was done he brought his fingers which were dripping with my cum to his lips. He stared at me as he sucked my juices off of them. This turned me on even more.

"You taste so fucking good Na-

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*

I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock. I woke up.

I dreamed of me and Elias.

Last night. This is sin like

I feel disgusted. I can't believe I would dream of him in such a way! I am practically  objectifying him, what if he's celibate?? He's more than just his body I thought to myself.

Hell, he's my mothers lover!

I finally arose to turn off my alarm and collect my thoughts.

I came to one realization: That dream was bad. I feel like it'll bind us spiritually which is the last thing I want.

"No chingues!" I whisper yell to myself. I need to get my shit together.

AN: sorry for the short chapter but this next one is gonna be JUICY. love u all. don't forget to share and vote.

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