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Looked forward to what was to come. He was warm against my palms.
"Cad," I barely breathed, a mixture of annoyance and arousal warring inside.
" "Do you mean my wedding.
His right hand slinked forward as well, pausing at my abdomen to stroke my belly button before continuing a path down to my pussy. I gasped when two of his fingers spread my outer lips and his middle finger slid between them, circling at my clit.
What's going on. This can't all be because you got sick.
Plus, I set a timer.
More shivers prickled my skin, and he reversed the motion.
Why did I always get so embarrassed when he paid me a compliment.