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“Oof!” Tristan grunted, grabbing his groin and grimacing in pain as he pivoted toward her. “Sorry! So sorry. I—,” Cassandra stuttered, rising between his knees. “Did I hurt you?” “A little. But seeing you on your knees like that makes me feel better.” Tristan winked, and she laughed, cheeks heating as she gazed between his legs.
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