His little obsession
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Last published Wed, Aug 6, 2025
"Open your legs, little one," he whispered, voice heavy with restraint.
She trembled as he slipped two fingers into her panties, sliding inside like he owned her.
"Good girl... so wet for me already."
She bit her lip to hold back a moan.
"Don't hide it. I want to hear every sound you make."
And when she whimpered - he smiled.
Because he knew no one else would ever touch her like this.
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