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... ock that was not a moan. It was not a sob. It was something broken between the two—high and wet and involuntary—and her eyes rolled slightly as the logic she was trying to build came apart at the seam.
She was trying to think. She was genuinely trying to think.
’This is wrong. This is—Gareth—she’s been with Gareth for—they were going to be married in—’
Her pussy clenched around nothing, and a thin stream of slick ran down her inner thigh to the floor.
The logic-pa ...
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