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The look on her face as I let her thighs off my shoulders steadying her trembling feet on the carpet tells me she’s never done this before. 

She’s never squirted. 

Which leads to the next question hounding my brain. 

Did he not make you squirt? If you didn’t have sex with him then what happened between you and Demetri, Sunshine. 

Her juices soak my suit, soak every bit of clothing on me but my eyes are on her. 

Looking, searching for the truth, pounding her walls in so she can explain everything better and I 

would stop this madness. 

Her eyes meet mine, glossy, greedy, lustful. 

I hold eye contact, my height intimidates her, the whole situation should scream I’m not stopping till she spills her guts out and tells me the bloody truth‘ but this woman bites her bottom lip putting up a front that looks pathetic and ugly in 

my eyes. 

She’s willing to do this for Demetri.