Monster In Disguise
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Lucian placed my legs on his lap, took my shoes off, and began rubbing my feet. "How was your day at the gallery?" he asked.
"It was so boring," I began. "Wednesdays are always so uneventful..." As I was explaining, his hands began to move up my thigh and underneath my dress. He started rubbing my pussy over my panties.
"Mmm," I moaned, trying to grab his arm lightly.
"Move your hand & continue, little girl," he commanded.
I tried to continue telling him about my boring ass day at work, but the pleasure was becoming overwhelming. "I can't," I gasped.
He growled darkly. "Mmm, you want me to suck on your pussy again, don't you, angel?"
I whimpered. "Mmm..."
Lucian stopped rubbing my pussy and grabbed my neck lightly but effectively. "Answer me when I'm talking to you, Nyla. I want to hear you beg for it. You hear me?"
"Yes, Lucian," I breathed out.
He smiled lightly. "Good girl. Such a good girl." Then he kissed me with so much lust and passion that my pussy was soaked, and I honestly couldn't wait.
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