"𝑺𝑯𝑬'𝑺 𝑭𝑼𝑪𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑬, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆."
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"That's it, you like being fucked by my dagger, right?"
"N-no.." I whimper.
He slaps my pussy and says,"Wrong a...
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Fuck.
Ravi kisses like he wants to eat me, devour me, and he can't get enough.
His lips are rough and his movements are even rougher. I frel his hand on my ass, and the other on my nape, as he deepens the kiss.
His tongue traces my lip, asking for permission.
I open my mouth, and kiss him back while his tongue fucks my mouth.
He lets me go and says,"You taste like fucking honey." He says.
He opens the door and we're inside the house again.
When I'm with Ravi, I think I forget everything happening around me.
I can't believe my first boyfriend is a psychotic, sadistic killer, guess I have a type.
He pushes me against the table kept in the house and steps back.
He goes to the fridge with slow steps and takes out a wine bottle, and fills a glass with wine, without looking at me, and I stand against the table, wondering what he's doing.
Whyndoes this guy need wine to-
He comes back in front of me and takes a deliberately slow sip of the wine, holding it with his forefinger and thumb.
"Strip."
The chills he sends all through me are undeniable.
I start removing my shirt, one button at a time, slowly.
"Faster." He growls,"Or I'll rip them."
My shirt, bra, pants, and panties are soon on the floor. He moves his eyes all over me, while drinking the glass of wine.
"Get on the table."
I get on the table, my ass touching the cool surface.
"Feet on the table, and touch yourself."
"Wh-what?"
"Touch yourself, let me see you pleasuring yourself."
He's definitely crazy, and I'm crazier for complying and bringing my hand to my clit.
My hard nipples, and wet pussy is the evidence of what Ravi does to me.
My hand moves on my clit and I let out a whimper.
Ravi groans. He pulls a chair and sits on it, watching me with undivided attention. His thighs parted, hands on his thighs.
I move my hand on my clit, moaning and whimpering, my other hand goes to my breast, fondling them.
There's something arousing about being watched while masterbating.
I keep moving my hand faster, and I'm soon whimpering and moaning very loudly,
