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2024-10-29 19:42:56“Contrary to what you think, I’m not easy. Now get out,” she responded, venom in her voice, and she began to push him away in earnest, wiggling to get down.
“That’s all I needed to know.”
Before she could succeed in getting down, he pushed into her with his middle finger, his thumb pressing down on her swollen clit. She jumped, her legs tensing around his waist.
“What are you doing?” she choked out on a gasp.
He moved his finger around searchingly as his thumb circled the throbbing nub. Her mouth fell open and she sucked in a shaky breath, tension lines appearing around her eyes.
“Apologizing.”
She sucked in a breath when he pulled his finger out and pushed it back in.
“I think you can do better,” she rasped then shifted.
He chuckled softly when he felt her press against the heel of his hand.
He took in the nipple that was yet to get his attention in
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