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Her body shivered against him. It felt as if she was no longer in control of her own actions, but a prisoner of the intense and sinfully wonderful sensations he was provoking in her.

Pressing her back against the wall of the dressing room, Jerald ran his hand through her hair and brought her mouth up to meet his.

His groin rubbed roughly against hers, causing her to moan against his mouth again, but this time she didn't even try to fight it.

His hands hadn't gone anywhere near her breasts or womanhood yet and she was already desperately close to coming in her skimpy clothes, just from her need and anticipation of being with him.

As if sensing her distress, Jerald grabbed her thigh and wrapped her leg around his waist as he rubbed his groin roughly against hers. The ridge of his dick taunted and teased her sensitive areas through the layers of clothing.

"Jerald..." she moaned against him, biting her lips most of the time to stifle her moans at the intense pleasure she