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His powerful left hand grips her throat, shoves her back against the wall. She moans, opens her mouth. He slides the middle finger of his right hand along her waiting tongue. She closes her lips around it. He removes the glistening digit, brings it down between her legs, rubs the hood. She leans into the grip on her throat. He squeezes slightly and pushes back while unfolding her sex with his wet finger. Her legs tremble. He holds her up by the throat, shoves his finger inside now, landing on the G-spot.

As he works in circles inside her, she surrenders completely. He leans into her ear, whispers, “Yes … Yes.” She sucks in air. He feels the rush of blood through her carotid artery. She is woozy with pleasure, weak at the knees. Primal fear and lust course through her … she wants him inside her.

He licks her thick lips. She opens her mouth, waiting. He spits into it, pulls his finger out of her. Her eyes go wide. Staring at her, he shoves his moist middle finger into his own mouth, tasting her. Then he spits on his fingers, slides them from her ass to her pussy. Squeezing her throat a bit more, he shoves his thumb and index fingers in her mouth. All wet now, he slips the thumb past her folds and inside, rubbing the lower wall. His index finger glides up her ass and he rubs them together through the perineum.

Her eyes close as she takes in quick breaths. Electric current runs through her body, snapping off in the brain. He flicks his thumb out of her and over the hood. Slips it back inside, then out again, this time going under the hood and caressing the button.

This goes on until she opens her eyes, looks right at him, and yells his name. After a minute, she shuts her eyes, then screams. And screams.

He holds her fast to the wall as she comes … and comes … and comes.

The part he loves more than any other.