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His left arm sat between my tits, with his palm resting against my right shoulder, pulling my back against his chest while I squirmed and panted. He hooked his feet beneath my knees to keep them forced open. No matter how I tried to twist or shift, his body held mine down for his little lesson.
“Shh, shh,” He cooed in my ear when my spine tried to bow and my thighs trembled. “Relax, baby. The more you resist, the harder this little lesson will become.” There was a hint of amusement in his voice as I whined. My fingers curled into fists on each of his thighs. Bunching the fabric of his pants. He’d been teaching me how not to orgasm so quickly. At least, that is what he said he was doing; instead, it felt like he was driving me into madness—one swipe of his finger at a time.
