"I want to see your face when you come."
His hand leaves my mouth, and I gulp air like a drowning woman. Before I can form words, his cock is pushing back inside me, and this time—this time I can see everything. His face hovering above mine, brows drawn together, jaw clenched. The muscles in his shoulders flexing as he drives into me. The way my tits jiggle with every thrust, still trapped in the bodice of my dress.
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