His Little Mouse [Tom Riddle]
28. His Good Little Mouse
Ava Tailor (Y/n)
Master, please, need you. Need you so much...
Tom Riddle
*he groaned at your words, his body reacting to your pleas. He nipped at your neck, his hands gripping your thighs firmly as he pressed closer to you.*
That's it, darling. Beg for me. Tell me how much you need me.
Ava Tailor (Y/n)
Need you in me. Need your hands all over me
*She takes his hand and places it above her mouth. Inserting his index finger and middle finger in her mouth and sucking at it with a filthy expression*
Tom Riddle
*he looked at her expression. It aroused him more and more. His member growing harder*
Damnit Mouse, you'll be the death of me.
He retreated his hand as she whined out of desperation.
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