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Weston smiled, continuously pressing the spot of her silky wet insides. She was wriggling her waist as his fingers sent her thighs trembling.
Weston climbed off of her and settled in between her legs, eager to taste her. But he placed his powerful hand on her stomach, pressing her hips down, knowing she loved to run from the pleasure.
"No?" Weston echoed, licking her entrance, teasing her. She shuddered in response, attempting to close to her legs, but they was being held open by the rope cuffs.
"Weston, I'm sorry—"
"Lies. Don't you like it best when I edge you as well?" Weston asked, removing his thumb so he could insert three fingers into her now. She was loosening for him, which would make it less painful when he penetrated her.
