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... t sound of the fridge beside them could be heard.

Her eyes locked in his for a moment, as her breath became raspy; she bit her lower lip and she lowered her gaze to his lips;

''Michael… ''

She called with a moan, she wasn't thinking clearly at this point. Her head were fuzzy as the only thing she could think about now was touching him.

She looked in his eyes again, and she could see the lust in his eyes, at least she wasn't the only one wanting this.

''I w ...

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