@ : “📹+ 📰” ! 23/05/11 : "and i can't help myself, all i wanna hear her say is : "are you mine ?" are you mine ? are you mine ?"
you saw his thirsty eyes, he looked at you as if devouring you, and to the end pulling away and removing the bandage of your stockings. he touched every millimeter of your thighs, as if he were the most important caretaker of your thighs. he gripped them, squeezing, causing a slight moan and pain, then stroked, looking down at your face, watching as your face changed.
he heard you moan.
his signature smirk flashed on his face, he pulled your calves to his lips, and kissing you, his hand went down to your panty line as if teasing, running his fingers around, but not touching the most important thing.
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his hands wandered over your body, finding more and more points for themselves, which made you feel a shiver all over your body. he continued move his fingers, running them into the hottest and tenderest parts of your skin, massaging them, squeezing them, making you long to feel those damn fingers inside you.
he seemed to read your thoughts and rushed to study them your belly, your hips, caressing every millimeter of your skin, watching how you want more, smirking at his beautiful work.
“do you want more ?” — his smirk, raised eyebrow, narrowed eyes, slightly visible dimple could be seen on his face. he knew how hard it is for you now, when you are all in his power, and you long for him to continue to give you an indescribable feeling.
you nodded. it was as if he was waiting for this "signal" to begin. his hands pushed back the fabric of your panties, he smiled rather smugly, making you blush. you were naked before him, even the last fabric on your body was removed by him, yang jungwon, who lustfully looked at the wet folds of your crotch. he lay down on his stomach, his fingers tracing each fold, looking at you and smirking, when you let out little moans. he paused, pressed your clitoris and brought his fingers sharply inside. he could only hear your languid strong sigh and moan, smiling, spitting on his fingers that were already inside you, slowly moving them in opposite directions. he began moving faster, his thumb sometimes pressing on your clitoris and rubbing that nerve-filled piece of your crotch.
— ya. . . yang. . . jungwon . .
he stopped abruptly, smiled, still keeping his thumb on your clitoris.
— did you say something ?, – you didn’t see his face at that moment, but you could imagine with what smug face he said it, you only heard your heart pounding and wanting to get this guy all over.
he smirked and put two fingers in your vagina again, moving faster and faster, waiting for the liquid to pour out of you, for him to look at you enthusiastically, to reach for you, to kiss you on your wet, sweaty forehead and say: "good girl".
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