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he groans and begins to move his finger inside of me, pushing up against my front wall, just how I like it.
I could already feel the heat travel throughout my body, and I rocked my hips up to meet his fingers, wanting more of him.
"More?" he groans, as if hearing my thoughts.
"More," I whisper, nodding my head.
"It's your second day of having sex and I think you've become an addict," he chuckles, thrusting his finger into me as I chuckle.
"Only an addict for you," I groan, running my fingers through his hair.
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