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Below it, though, I could feel his erection pressing at my thighs, which had been bared in our tussling. I struggled to free my hands, but his grip tightened.
I loved it. "Does he cause you to make sounds like I do?" He moved his right hand underneath my top and slowly slid it up and down my side from my waist to the bottom of my bra then back.
" "Why now?" Chris's voice was tinged with anger.
During our break, I managed to grab a table for two in the food court while Chris went to get us lattes and a bite to eat. I watched the hustle and bustle of the crowd swirl around me.
Maybe you didn't know my name, but you sure as hell should have recognized my face.
They were cool.