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... arched off the wall, fingers pulsing in my hair in time with her heartbeat.
Hips rolling in tiny, desperate circles, smearing wet heat across my lips, my chin. A thin thread of saliva and her slick connected my tongue to the cotton when I pulled back for a breath. Filthy. Beautiful.
She saw it—eyes fluttering open just long enough—and the sight pushed another broken sob out of her.
We were still in the hallway. Door inches away. Voices and floorboards quiet somewhere dee ...
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