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A moment of pressure, sweet friction, her voice next to his ear, sighing in concert with his own exhalation. And then, ever practical, her hands are back to pushing his trousers over his hips, smoothing over his flanks.

everywhere

"More," she breathes. "Please."

touch me everywhere

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