“Grace isn’t coming back until tonight. You can stay for a bit, if you want.” “Yeah.” I lie back down and resume the most comfortable spooning position of my life. “If it’s okay with you, I’d really like that.” She nuzzles her ass against the now growing erection pressing against it. “I can tell.” Pressing my lips against her neck, I silently chuckle. “Sorry about that.” “Don’t be sorry; it’s a mighty fine”—she pauses, and I move my hand up and pinch her nipple, a nonverbal warning that she completely ignores— “twig.” Within seconds, she’s on her back, laughing, and so am I. This thing with
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