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I really want to accept, but I feel like I've already been at the receiving end of her good graces for too long. There is no way I could ever pay her back.
My pussy spasmed, and I whined softly.
The distant sound of the exhaust fan from above the stove.
Our lips met while he cupped my left breast and stroked his thumb over the tortured peak. We moaned into each other's mouths.
Chris had come home from work to find me in bed. I hadn't had the heart to tell him yet.
Apparently, Chris had other plans.