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“Harder,” she urges. “Which one?” I push my hips forward hard, slamming her into the wall. “Pussy?” Then pulse my hand around her neck, “Or throat?” Heat simmers in her aqua eyes, they burn so fucking hot when she tips her chin at me in challenge. “Both.” I snap.
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