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“You’re right, Joshua, I really can’t,” I purr, reaching up so I can bring my mouth closer to his ear. “I like to get my aggression out and then move forward,” I whisper, before bringing down my fist and slamming it into his groin, relishing in the deep groan he lets out as it’s his knees that buckle.
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