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... apart she was breathing fast, pupils blown, small hands fisted in my shirt.
I sat back down on the couch and guided her onto my lap. She settled sideways, legs draped over mine, head tucking naturally under my chin. One of her hands drifted to her belly and rubbed gentle circles.
My hand moved almost on instinct, sliding up the back of her thigh, under the short hem of her maid dress, until my palm cupped one soft asscheek. I squeezed gently, kneading the flesh, thumb tracing the ...
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