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I touch my lips softly against hers.
She moans and presses closer to me.
“I place a thumb against her lips,
my forehead against hers. “We can take
this as slow as you want to.”
"I don't want to take it slow." She
slides her hands into my shirt, pushing it
over my head. My erection strains against
my pants. This can’t be real. How can
she feel this good?
