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44: Everything will be OK
I woke up smiling with my fingers stroking the hair that fell on the back of his neck. It was the first time for as long as I could remember that I woke up feeling completely at peace and rested. I stretched out, letting my breasts press against the broad expanse of his chest, delighting in the warmth of his skin. His arms tightened, holding me against him, so that I could feel his rigid member press into my hip. I felt my smile widen. ”Can’t you go a few hours without poking me with that thing,” I teased, trying to wiggle out of his grasp.
He rolled over on top of me, pinning my hands down on either side of my head. He looked down at me with a thoughtful expression. “No,” he answered, “I really don’t think I can, and you only have yourself to blame.&rdquo
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