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Chloe’s povBy nine the second bottle sat empty on the porch table and the sky had gone fully dark. The only light came from the kitchen window behind us and the soft yellow bulb over the back door. Elena’s glass was dry and so was mine. The air had cooled enough that my nipples stayed tight against my tank and every small breeze made the wet fabric of my shorts cling colder between my legs. We had talked for hours, filthy admissions, half-laughs, long stretches of silence where her hand kept finding my thigh and staying there.Elena stretched and set her empty glass down with a soft clink. “We should stop.”I looked at her. “Stop what?”“This. The talking. The touching. Before it turns into something we can’t take back.” Her voice was steady but her eyes were not. They kept dropping to my mouth and the damp spot she knew was still there. “Your

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Chloe’s povElena’s hands left my waist and shoved my shoulders hard. I fell back onto the mattress with a soft bounce, legs still hanging off the edge. She climbed on right after me, knees bracketing my hips, and pinned me down with her full weight. The guest-room bed creaked once under us. Moonlight cut across her face and showed the hungry set of her mouth.“Stay quiet,” she whispered. “The walls in this house are thin and I am not explaining this to anyone.”She yanked my tank up over my tits and left it bunched under my arms. Her own tank came off next and landed somewhere on the floor. Bare skin met bare skin when she lowered herself again. Soft heavy tits pressed against mine, nipples dragging slow across my chest while she ground down. The wet crotch of my shorts met the heat between her legs and we both sucked in air at the same time.

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Chloe’s povWe stayed tangled in the dark exactly like that, her weight still half on top of me, legs hooked around mine, skin sticky where our cunts had rubbed together. The air in the guest room smelled like sex and sweat and the faint leftover wine on our breath. Elena’s forehead rested against mine for a long time after the last tremor left her body. Neither of us moved to clean up or pull the sheet over our naked skin. My tank was still shoved up under my arms and my shorts lay somewhere on the floor. Her bare tits rose and fell against my chest with every slow breath she took.“This ruins everything,” she said finally, voice quiet but steady.I kept my hands on her lower back, fingers tracing the damp curve of her spine. “I already decided it was worth it.”She lifted her head enough to look at me in the thin moonlight coming through the curtains. “You say

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Chloe’s povBy midnight the house was completely still and locked. Every light downstairs was off. The porch door was secured. The only sound left was the quiet hum of the air conditioner and our breathing in the guest room. Elena never went back to the idea of sleeping alone. She stayed right where she was, naked and warm against me, one leg still thrown over my hip, her mouth still tasting like the last place it had been.She lifted her head from between my thighs after the second time she made me come on her tongue. My fingers were still tangled in her hair. My other hand covered my own mouth because the second orgasm had nearly broken the rule about staying quiet. She wiped her chin on the inside of my thigh and crawled back up my body until we were face to face again.“You’re not sending me to the other side of the bed,” she said.“I wasn’t planning t

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