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I leaned back on my palms boldly as Chris came between my legs, his breath hitched audibly and his eyes locked on my exposed cunt as though it were the only thing in existence.
Chris gripped his cock and dragged the thick head of his cock along my hot and insistent slit, smearing my wetness across his shaft and teasing me with every slow stroke.
Outside, I knew Xander was listening. I wanted him to. I closed my eyes for just a second, and in the dark behind my lids, I imagined his cock, not Chris’s, gliding along my folds, teasing me, smearing my wetness across his thick length. When I opened my eyes again, I saw him there, his face replacing Chris’s, his need burning into me. The fantasy al
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