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... owly at first, deliberate and unhurried, as though he intended to memorize every reaction of my body. His thumb traced slow circles over my clit, each stroke measured, each touch purposeful.
At the same time, his other hand kneaded my breasts skillfully, his palm warm and possessive. His mouth claimed my earlobe, almost biting, almost marking, while his breath fell hot and heavy against my skin.
I panted, my chest rising and falling rapidly, my hands reaching back to cradle his f ...
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