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... rpet.
At her own hands on the carpet in front of her.
The milk, still dripping — thin, continuous, warm drip of it from both nipples through the fabric, hitting the carpet in two slow, widening spots.
She looked at the spots.
"I hate this," she said. To the carpet.
"I know," he said. Above her.
His cock.
She did not look up.
She felt the proximity of it — that warm, close quality of something being present at face-level in the hotel ...
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