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... nding—Felix began nodding so vigorously I briefly worried his head might actually detach from his neck and go rolling across the bed like some kind of enthusiastic bowling ball.
"Please," he whispered, the word barely audible, more breath than sound, carrying so much raw, aching desperation that it made my chest tighten with affection and my cock throb harder against his own.
I giggled then, warm and affectionate, before swatting away the velvet sheets with one hand, creating eno ...
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