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That was bad, I said.
I almost came.
I know, she closed the car door and licked her finger, I tasted you. Do I deserve it?
What don’t you deserve?
I deserve everything, she says with a grin, but why don’t you elaborate?
The house is locked. She has to stop long enough to find a key. I press myself behind her, against her. I reach under her coat and pinch a nipple through the fabric of her top. She bites her lip and squeezes her knees together.
Are you sure you want to unlock that door?
····moist her nipples—knowing she’s going to be
Redbud | February 3 2017