Grooming Our Love
Cursing under his breath, he searched for his handkerchief and used it to clean me up when he pulled out.
He came hard. He always did.
"Fuck, I love you."
Slipping on my panties, I smiled at him and shook my head. "Do I have to swear if I say that I love you too?"
"No," he replied, helping me maintain my balance by holding my elbow. "Just say it."
"Then, I love you," I told him, buttoning my jeans and wrapping my arms around his neck to give him a kiss.
"I fucking love it when you kiss me like that."
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