“It means,” he said grabbing me by the waist. “What does it matter to you?” I challenged. xxx He opened his door, went to the bathroom and peed in the toilet. I even let myself whimper silently as my head rolled back against the tile wall. “Devin!” I call out breathly. My hips moved slightly, in-sync with his hand. “The bus will be here in ten minutes.”
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I gasp and he continues to slam into me from behind growling occasionally. How dare he leave me hanging like this, wondering, waiting. He slid his middle finger against my folds and I tensed pressing closer to him.
