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... inst my ear: "I almost came three times... just from walking... my clit’s so fucking sensitive now... if I move wrong, I’m gonna squirt right here in front of them..."
Mira sat across the fire—eyes locked on Angela’s lap, on the obvious wet spot, on the way Angela’s thighs kept twitching. She didn’t speak. But her breathing was fast, shallow, fingers twisting in the grass, thighs rubbing together in tiny, desperate circles.
Lisa tossed another log on the fire, sparks flying up. < ...
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