Prince Samir removed his fingers from inside her right as she was nearing climax. Nazmi was about to complain when she was lifted up by his strong hands and repositioned. He had turned her to face him and moved her legs to either side of him.
In their new position, she was straddling him. Nazmi could feel his hardening manhood pushing up against her. Samir placed one hand on her ass and squeezed hard enough to make her suck in a pained breath, but he quickly followed the action with another. His free hand made its way back to her sensitive place, which made it so that his fingers were flush between her heat and his own bulge.
"It's only been a week since you saw me last," Samir whispered, his voice condescending and amused. He began gently stroking the wet spot again. "Yet you're so desperate for my attention. You must want something from me, am I right?"
