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"Did you just-"
He doesn't have to answer me nor for me to complete that question because I've known this man for more than ten years now, and I've seen this look a million times before so yes, yes he just finished in me after what felt like ten pumps. Or less.
The kiss. That's how everything started; the kiss. We were kissing. A lot.
And my hands. Oh my God my hands.
My hands definitely had their own mind when they crept to the hem of his shirt, rolling it up that when it reached his chest, we involuntarily pulled our lips apart so he could remove that piece of clothing.
I should've used that two seconds to reflect what I just did, enc
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