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... the way his cock throbbed under her touch, fascinated by the weight in her hand.
Precum beaded at his tip, slicking their strokes, making the slide of their fingers wet and obscene.
Maris’s thumb brushed across the head almost by accident, smearing the slickness, and Lor groaned softly, his hips bucking slightly into her touch.
Her eyes fluttered, the raw, needy sound shooting straight between her thighs, her panties already damp beneath her skirt.
"It feels weir ...
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