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and jeans. He stopped

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. The doors opened when I slammed my hand on t

d my fingertip furiously in rapid circles to stimulate the nerve endings. To satiate my hunger, I gripped my breasts and tapped my nipple. It seemed as

oned Luke King's huge, rough hands grabbing hold of me in the dark. When the waves of pleasure sl

age squeezing around nothing. Insufficient. Insufficient. I couldn

hand out of my pants, th

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face in my hands and tried to think when I boarded . My fingers smelled like my own juice

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went. I wanted to know if

a few to make sure

75 percent of our sexual encounters, he couldn't sue me. Perhaps. He'd keep track? A vision of King bending me over a table and fuck

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