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It's been a longtime coming, and I do think it was heartfelt.
I fell asleep with tears drying on my face and my heart feeling crushed. The next morning, I found cans of chicken noodle soup and clear juice stocked in the kitchen; tissues and pain relievers in the bathroom; and bedding folded on the ottoman.
" I choked back a cry when his hand disappeared and was replaced with his cock. My heart thudded in my chest each time he slid home.
This weekend, we'd go get a tree and decorate my apartment.
It's just such a fucking turn-on to see you react when I push your buttons. " As if to emphasize his comment, he pressed a little harder, the tip of his cock nudging at my entrance now.
"I know all about not having the money to do the things I really want.
And another. " I tried to get my senses back together while he untied my hands.