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The Affair 3

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“God.” He grabs me by the hair again and lowers my head slowly, till his cock meets my tongue. “Ethan is going to kill me.” He breaths out. “Fuck, don’t stop.”

That’s all I need. I do it better this time, or at least I try, taking in as many inch of his cock as I can, angling it to hit the back of my throat. It earns a hoarse groan from his. He suddenly pulls my head up, crashing his lips on mine with a hurriedness that makes me dizzy. The gesture surprises me at first, but I let myself melt in
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