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His fingertips found my navel. Drew circles around it. “I’d reach between your legs and check to see if your clitoris was erect, and if it was, I’d begin toying with it.” His fingers echoed his words, rubbing a spot just above my navel. “I’d then see how wet you were for me. Wet enough to take my fingers, perhaps…”
Salt in the Wound (Lyonesse)
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