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breasts. A moan escapes my lips. “I’ll be
quick.” he promises.
“Cohen.” My voice is low and
breathy.
One hand trails down my stomach
until he's cupping my sex. He slips a
finger inside me, and I'm like putty in his
hands, my mind fighting, my body
bowing. Cohen never takes no for an
answer. I let out a moan when he starts
to rub my clit, giving in, losing my
