my thigh and tugged until I straddled his lap. “Come here,” he whispered, before grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me in for a kiss. His mouth teased my lips apart, while warm hands slid the coat from my body to trace the outline of my curves. Once again, his palm travelled slowly down my back, finally dipping beneath my skirt to cup the pliant weight of my ass. Trembling hands gripped his shoulders as I tried desperately to regain my senses. “Wait, maybe we should slow down?” His lips curved against my neck. “The taste of your cunt on my tongue is burned into my memory like a brand,
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