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overs, eyes wide open, body

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les, my breath fogging the pane as he

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s it when I

liberate, every movement dragging plea

against my ear. "I could fuck you fo

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a way no one

again, his hand around my throat, his other han

ped being mine,

in my eyes-but my hips

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knees witho

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s, watching me like I'm ar

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around him,

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een my legs, sli

re body

self, humiliate

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re feels better t

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e and t

u want, Elena," he once

er stop letting

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ers still twitching, hips bucking

chok

sn't drown

my neck. His hands between my thighs. His voi