[ She lets out a strangled gasp, arching her back as he curls his fingers inside her and his thumb assaults her clit. The tightness in her coiled like a spring about to pop, she rolls her hips into his movement, her breathing coming out in tiny keening pants. ]
Don't stop.
[ She manages to whisper, feeling so close to coming she can feel the precipice in every nerve ending, she only needs a little more to push her over the edge. ]
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Don't stop.
[ She manages to whisper, feeling so close to coming she can feel the precipice in every nerve ending, she only needs a little more to push her over the edge. ]