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Is he pretending?

I took a deep breath as I tried not to react to his touch, but it was impossible. And without thinking, I spread my knees slightly apart from each other, giving him room to move his fingers further in. Okay, I was thinking. I knew what I was doing when I widened my thighs because this was exactly what I wanted, to have them spend the night with me, not just for us to watch a cartoon I wasn't even concerned about.

He gently traced his fingertips over my skin, up to my pussy lips, and I heard him gasp when he realized I was only putting on thin underwear. Come on, I had all these planned. It wouldn't make any sense if I wore constricting clothes when I wanted to be fucked. Of course, I needed to make it easier for them to touch me as much as they wished.

He drew his fingers away, causing me to sigh. I thought he would withdraw it, and concentrate on the cartoon, but he didn't. Gradually, his hands came to my thighs once more. This time, he didn't remove it. Even though he wasn't looki
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