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... of food showed that he really was blessed, and this made her hesitate. She whimpered, but she turned her head back around, burying her face in her folded arms.
"Okay," she muffled into her arm. "I trust you. Get it out."
Sol smiled. "Good girl."
He resumed the work. At first, his movements were clumsy, purely amateurish mimicry. But as he worked, he began to feel the rhythm of her body. He felt where the muscles were hard as stone and focused there, grinding his thumbs in ...
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