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Spit starts dribbling out of the sides of her mouth, and her lips take on a deep red colour.

“This throat belongs to me,” I sigh, pulling myself almost all the way out but not enough to allow her any more breathing room.

Camila’s knees pull into each other, and her abs contract, her back arching off the sofa.

I smack her tit in warning. “Not yet.”

She whimpers, her hand pausing, but I can see the pressure she’s adding. She’s desperate to come.

I pull all the way out of her throat, and she gasps in a long breath, coughing as tears continue to slide from her eyes.

I swipe her legs down onto the sofa again, her body shifting to lie across it.

“Bend over the backrest.”

She turns, giving me a full view of her perfect ass. She leans her elbows over the back of the sofa and spreads her knees out. Her thong is wedged between her glistening lips from the desperation of her fingers working her to an orgasm.

Sliding her thong down to her knees, I smack her ass cheek hard. She moans. I step out of my joggers, propping one leg next to hers, and line my cock up with her entrance. Sliding in with one long stroke, her walls clench around me.

“No one will ever see you dancing for them again, do you understand?”

She makes an agreeable sound in her throat as I slide out torturously slowly and then back in.

It surprises me, but satisfaction burns deep within me.

“You are mine. You always have been,” I say. Wrapping my hand around her throat, I pull her backwards so that her back is flush with my chest and her head rests on my shoulder. Sweet moans fill the room as her eyelashes flutter with every stroke of my cock. “From the moment you stepped out onto that stage.”

“Yes,” she mewls, her mouth falling open as I pinch her clit with my free hand.

“This tight little cunt? Mine.”

“Yes,” she pants.

Something animalistic awakens inside of me.

“Say it,” I growl, fucking her harder.

“Yes,” she repeats.

“Say it, Camila.”

I tighten my hand around her throat, constricting air. My balls tighten, and my body stiffens.

Neither of us are coming until she admits that she always has been, and always will be, mine.

“I’m yours, Xander,” she strangles out.

Her moans grow louder, my thrusts becoming sloppier.

“Come for me. Squeeze that tight cunt around me like the good girl you are.”

Her passage clenches around me, her body twitching, milking my cock for every drop of cum as I lazily continue thrusting.

I slap her ass and grab hard enough to leave a bruise. She cries out but continues rubbing and trembling around me.

This is my mark on her. If she tries to show herself at Diamond Lounge again, everyone will know who she belongs to.

A rush of static overcomes me, and I groan low as I pull out and release all over her ass. My cum paints her perfect curves, and I fucking relish in the sight as she leans both arms on the backrest, her head hanging down and her gasps the only other sound in the room.