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senses and he reached up to grip her hips, his eyes level with her pussy. Leaning forward, he breathed in her essence, getting drunk on her spicy scent. It took all the strength he possessed not to lean forward and lick the juices he could see gliding down her inner thighs.
    “Turn around, Ginny. Face the room and sit on my lap.”
    For the first time, he sensed her hesitance. “You’re beautiful and you’re mine,” he said. “Show them.”
    She seemed to gain confidence with his words and she turned slowly, lowering herself onto his lap. He wasted no time in moving her into the position he desired.
    Placing his hands on her knees, he pulled her legs apart, resting them over his own outstretched thighs. He felt her stiffen with the realization she was displaying her pussy for anyone in the room who cared to look.
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    He sensed her fighting the impulse to close her legs and he decided a bit of reward was called for. Dragging his hands along the insides of her thighs, he touched her engorged clit with the tip of his finger, tapping it twice. She gasped and her head flew back, coming to rest against his shoulder. A fresh gush of juice flowed from her pussy and Ryan gathered it up, using the thick lubrication to ease his path as he rubbed his finger around her mons, toying with the tight entrance to her cunt.
    She moaned again, louder, and Ryan glanced around the room. He could see that their play was gaining attention, their audience growing. He also knew Ginny was oblivious at this point to anything but his roaming fingers.
    “Do you want more?” he whispered into her ear as she squirmed on his lap.
    “Yes, please!”
    “What do you want, Ginny? Tell me. Say the words.”
    Her breathing was harsh, labored, and Ryan marveled at the fact she seemed perilously close to coming.
    “I want you .”
    “More specific,” he demanded.
    “Your fingers, your hand inside me.”
    “Inside your pussy?” he added for clarification, wanting her to become accustomed to the words.
    “Inside my pussy,” she repeated.
    “You said my fingers, my hand. Which is it, Ginny? I have a feeling you don’t really want my entire hand inside you. I doubt you’ve ever been fisted.”
    Ginny shivered and he knew she was shocked by his crude comment.
    “Your fingers,” she corrected, but her voice trembled as she spoke.
    “You like the idea of taking my fist in your tight cunt, don’t you?” As soon as he asked the question he realized it was true. He shook his head against the thought. There was no way he’d ever hurt her and a fisting definitely fell into the pain category, but the 42
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    fact she was actually considering such an extreme concept gave him hope that she’d try other, safer things with him.
    “I…I don’t know,” she admitted and again he was blown away by her honesty.
    “Well, wildcat, you’re going to have to make do with my fingers tonight.” As he spoke, he dipped his hand lower, gathering up more moisture, stroking her clit several times before thrusting two fingers deep inside her pussy.
    “Oh my God!” she cried out as he felt her inner muscles contract against his fingers.
    She came hard and loud and Ryan became aware of the fact that all activity in the room had ceased. He felt every eye in the place watching Ginny as she gyrated against his lap, lost in the throes of her orgasm.
    When she began to settle, he whispered in her ear, “Open your eyes, Ginny. Look at them. They’re all watching you.” His fingers, still buried inside her, began to thrust again and he added a third to the first two. He felt her shock as she realized everyone in the room was watching the show they were putting on. He wondered if she balked at the thought—then he felt the slightest quivering begin in her pussy. Christ, she was going to come again. The idea of being watched clearly excited her as more moisture soaked his hand.
    “You love this,” he said, not quite masking the amazement in his