#402117 - His hand reached over my shoulder, grabbing one of the empty glasses on the table at which I sat, lifting it to his nose and taking a breath before snickering, “Drinking vodka and cranberry juice alone while surrounded by people; how absolutely typical of you. As my body rocked atop the sofa, Andre’s hand slammed against my ass again and a shriek passed through my lips, his cock likely the only thing from keeping me from falling over. No man had ever robbed me of control and used me this way, and I found myself savoring the moment, as if falling into a trance.
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