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... usts, items rattling on the surface. A jar of utensils toppled over, spoons and spatulas clattering to the floor. Neither of us cared.
"Look at you," I said, my free hand reaching around to pinch her nipple. "The mighty telekinetic prodigy, reduced to a moaning mess on a kitchen counter."
"Shut up," she gasped, but there was no heat in her words. Her body betrayed her, pushing back against me, seeking more friction, more depth.
I felt my second climax approaching and incr ...
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