Raj's Counter Campaign
Raj tears off his clothes and lifts Cookie onto the counter. She isn’t wearing any underwear, just as he likes. The way he plunges inside her is heated and savage. She wonders dazedly what changed his mind about slow fucking on the couch. Her nails with their demure French manicure claw at the marble countertop as he thrusts deep between her glistening golden thighs. After a few moments she asks him weakly if she can take her clothes off, she’s getting too hot and sweaty and her beautiful designer silk dress will soon be creased beyond all salvation! “No,” says Raj, and forces her leg higher, his fingers burning her flesh, “I don’t want to stop,” and she makes no further protest, her eyes closed and little whimpers falling from her lips as he continues his pounding, until he makes one final shuddering gasp and then becomes still, his cheek resting against her shoulder, his breath ragged in her ear. "I love you," she mouths silently, stroking the nape of his neck with her manicured fingertips.
Cookie stop talking it's ruining Raj's fantasy that he's pounding Mia!
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