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He rubbed my back.
" Sighing softly, I smoothed my hand over his chest.
So tender though he pressed harder on the next pass. Then I was whimpering while he plied my mouth with his, his hands alternating between warming my cheeks and holding me to him.
I think you just don't care about anyone but yourself. " I paused, swallowing several times.
His hips jerked as he hissed, making my smile broaden.
And the continual pressure on my wrists only added to the arousing sensations. I bit my lower lip and flexed my fingers, trying to distract my brain from losing concentration.
Anyway, it was too late to save it.