His fingers had been working her over for what seemed like hours. He kept bringing her to the edge over and over, each time awaiting the desperate whimpering that would accompany the hard thrusts of his digits inside her extremely aroused pussy.
“Sir….Sir…….”
“Yes, little one”, he would reply, his voice so tempered and even keeled.
“Please….please, Sir.”
“No. Not yet.” He would then proceed to increase the intensity and speed of his thrusts, making her noises more high pitched, more desperate. Just as she would think she couldn’t hold off anymore, he would slow his fingers down, letting them just stay inside her sex, his voice filling her ears, his words making her ache just as badly.
“You’re really wet tonight, little one. Sopping. You’re making some mess here aren’t you? I wonder how long I can keep this going with you. How much you can take. The one thing I do know is that you won’t dare cum before I’m ready. Tell me why that is?”
“Because its your pussy, Sir.”
“Excellent.”
With that, his fingers began pumping back and forth, the routine beginning once again. It never got boring to him. Never got old. And judging by her noises and moans, it didn’t for her either.
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