Do I?
Proving My Fingers Can Make Her Scream
I picked Robin up and carried her over to a white chair where I deposited her as gently as I possibly could.
“Did I ever tell you about my Italian heritage?”
“No, What does that have to do with why I’m here?”
"Because it's not just my tongue that can excite your little pussy walls, my finger gestures will make you cry out also!”

And no sooner did I begin to finger her pussy than Robin burst out, “Oh Mr. Cartier, I love what you’re typing in my pussy!”
“Ah but can you figure out what I’m trying to say?”
“That you want to fuck me even more than I want you to fuck me!”
“So we are perfect clear that you my dear Robin will be fucked quite often over the next two days!”
“Oh god Mr. Cartier, you can do anything you want to me for as long as you want to do it!”
Then Robin began to shudder as I put two more fingers into her pussy along with my tongue.
“OHGODI”MCUMMING!”
“Bet you that won’t be the first time this weekend you say that!” Smiling at Robin!
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