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She reached behind her, her fingers tracing the muscles of his chest, dipping lower to find the waistband of his pants.
She fumbled with the button, her fingers shaking with eagerness, and then her hand was inside, grasping his hardness, stroking him through the fabric of his boxers.
Lance groaned, his movements becoming more urgent. “Fuck, Gabby,” he muttered, his voice thick with desire. “You’re driving me insane.”
His fingers delved deeper, pressing into her, and Gabby cried out, her body arching against him. The darkness seemed to amplify every sensation, every touch, every sound.