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#2 Private Lessons

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Amelia

The mahogany desk was cold against my thighs, a brutal contrast to the feverish heat emanating from Gabriel's body behind me. My breathing was erratic, shallow, the sound of my own arousal filling the office.

Gabriel didn't rush. He was a methodical man, used to analyzing every detail before acting. I felt his large hands settle on my hips and a warm sensation filled my belly.

"Let's see what you're hiding under this skirt, Amelia," he murmured close to my ear.

His hands moved down slowly, dragging my skirt up. He bunched the fabric at my waist, leaving me exposed. A shiver ran down my spine. It was pure anticipation.

"Beautiful," he murmured.

His fingers grazed the lace of my damp panties, shamefully soaked. My body had betrayed me long before entering his office. Gabriel noticed instantly. He ran a finger over the wet fabric, pressing right at my center, and I instinctively moved my hips toward his hand, seeking more friction.

"Impatient," he said, with a warning tone. "And v
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