She gazes up at me—not in horror, but something else entirely. It's like she's looking at me, but doesn't quite see me. Her eyelids stay at half-mast as she grabs my wrist and slides my hand down, over her breast. And then, she shocks me even more by pushing her tit against my palm. Her head falls back to the side, eyes closing as she arches her back, applying more pressure. Another breathy moan escapes her lips as she snakes her hand down her abdomen and beneath the blanket. I'm stunned silent. My eyes track her movements under the blanket while she pushes herself into my hand and I'm
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