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... collapsed and stayed down, twitching in post-orgasm haze, fucked out by my own pathetic little hands. But it wasn’t enough. Fuck, it wasn’t even close. Because the second I stopped moving, the second my hips stilled and the sheets stuck to my thighs, that ache came crawling right back.
Like my pussy was mocking me.
Like it knew those fingers weren’t his.
And they never would be.
I rolled onto my back with a sob. Not from sadness. From need. My chest was rising an ...
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