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H oly. Fucking. Shit.

Clementine’s entire body wriggled in my arms like a live wire. So hot. So damn perfect.

Her tits bounced with every breath, rising and jiggling before my eyes like a goddamn feast.

She was just as eager as I was, kissing me back with fervent desire. Her tiny hands ran up and down my body as she wrestled me for control.

Some men didn’t like their women bold, but I liked her just fine. In fact, I loved her confidence, her unrestrained participation. Clementine was a goddess like this.

A fucking queen. My queen.

And she was driving me insane.

The heat of her cunt was so intense pressed against me, I knew I needed more as I started undoing her pants, sliding my fingers inside.

“Lemme see what you got in here first, Darlin’,” I grunted, and was greeted with a gush of wetness between her slippery folds.

Fuck. Me.

Her juicy slit was going to drive me fucking mad. I hadn’t come in my boxers since I was a teenager, but she had me so revved up, it was a near thing.

“Naughty girl. You soak your panties kissing me?” I groaned, pressing my palm against her cunt, wanting her heat to brand me.

Shit. So wet.

My dick thumped against my boxers and my balls tightened, ready to explode, and I wasn’t even inside her yet.

No fucking way was I coming before she did.

My sexy little firefly.

It was time for me to take back control. I needed to own this woman. To have her at my mercy. I was desperate for it.

Ready or not. Here I come, Darlin’.