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none at all. It's like I'm in a constant
battle within myself.
His hands stroke the curve of my
waist, massaging my pelvic bone in a way
he knows drives me crazy. I throw my
head back and bite my lower lip as his
long fingers on my skin send welcome
tingles between my thighs. Stay in the
moment. Stay in the moment. He sucks
on my neck, his teeth grazing my skin in a
way I'm sure will leave a hickey. He
