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What are you doing? she asks, head hanging down, face covered by hair. Her thighs are running. Nothing, I say. You like holding me like this after you come? she asks. Yeah, I say, which is true. Nothing better than when she soaks up the last remaining drops of my orgasm, but that’s not the reason why.
····come in her from behind—her back’s
Redbud | January 14 2017