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"F*ck me," Vela whispered, her voice muffled against Vera's cunt.
Sekhmet's fingers worked her, slow at first, then faster, while his thumb pressed her clit in rough circles. Vela's hips bucked against his hand. She broke away from Vera's cunt, her mouth and chin wet, her eyes unfocused.
"I need you…" she started.
"I know," Sekhmet said.
He withdrew his fingers and guided her to turn. Vela faced him, her thighs trembling. He lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. The head of his blood stick nudged against her pussycat, not entering yet, just pressing, teasing her.
Vela's nails dug into his shoulders. "Do it, master."
"Look at me."
She did.
He held her gaze as he pushed inside.
