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... ger just pressed against fabric. It was beneath the soaked lace of her underwear now, fingers sliding through her own slick heat with frantic, desperate strokes that matched the brutal rhythm she was witnessing through the glass.
She’d crossed a line she couldn’t uncross.
And she didn’t care anymore.
Her free hand clamped over her mouth, stifling the sounds that threatened to escape every time her fingers found the right spot, the right pressure, the rhythm that made her ...
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