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Only fire.

I ease the fabric off her shoulders, one strap at a time. The dress slips down easily, like the damn thingwantsto fall off. And when it drops to her feet, Milena shivers, her muscles clenching tighter as I press against her.

My chest to her back. My throbbing dick nestled between the taut, tight globes of her ass, split by a little black thong.

My hand slides down to her hip, fingers trailing possessively over her skin as her breath starts to come faster.

“I feel I owe you an apology, princess.”

Her blue eyes snap to mine in the mirror, rippling with heat.

“It was rude of me, really.” I lean down, brushing my lips across her earlobe and bringing a whimper to her throat as my hand strokes her hip. “I didn’t even say goodbye after I covered you in my cum.”

She sucks in her breath. Her thighs press together.

My hand begins to slide around her hip, pushing over her stomach, feeling her tighten under my touch. My fingertips brush the front of her thong, teasing along the lace waistband before deftly slipping underneath.

Milena gasps quietly, her body tensing as it subtly presses back into me.

Such an eager little thing…

I slide my hand lower, feeling the warmth of her soft skin before my fingers slip into her molten, wet heat. Milena’s mouth opens, a silent moan catching in her throat as my fingers stroke throughher velvety soft lips and up and down her slit, rolling over her swollen clit.

My back teeth grind, my cock bulging hard against her ass as I feel how fucking wet she is. Howneedyher cunt is for me.

“As I said, princess,” I growl quietly, “it would appearyouandyour pussyhave conflicting opinions about me.”

“You can’t just—” She gasps sharply as I rub a finger slowly around her throbbing clit. “You can’t just…”

“Can’t just what, princess?” I murmur. “Walk in here, pin you to the mirror, and put my hands wherever I fucking want?”

“Y-yes,” she chokes.

“And yet…”

Her eyes bulge and her mouth drops into a soft “O” as I sink two fingers deep into her greedy little hole.

“Here we are,” I whisper in her ear. I start to ease my fingers in and out, feeling how wet she is as I stroke her g-spot.

“Would you like to know what I did to you while you slept?” I growl.

She nods, gasping, her eyes half-closed and her body melting against me.

“Use your words, princess.”

She whimpers.

“Yes,” she blurts.

“Yes,what.”

Her brow furrows, and I swear her pussy clenches a bit tighter around my fingers.

“Yes, I want to know what you did to me while I was sleeping.”

“Good girl.”

Her pussymeltswhen I say that.