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His free hand found the hem of my dress and moved up my thigh to cup my pussy. I shivered against him, the pressure and heat of his hand so wonderful that I wanted to push against it, grind shamelessly against it. Make him hold me there forever. Even in front of everyone here. Maybe especially in front of everyone here.
Salt in the Wound (Lyonesse)
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