I’m the one who begged him to keep touching me with a whine on my lips. I’m the one who basically kissed him goodbye. I couldn’t help it. I was trapped. Everything about him that I hated just turned me on at that moment. That hot, sticky tension between us just bubbled and boiled over until it exploded. It was magnetic. At one point, I looked into those depthless brown eyes and became hypnotized. The husky tone of his voice, his little drawl, and the taste of nicotine and danger was my undoing. I don’t even realize I’m stroking my cock until my stomach tightens. Then I look down, completely
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