“That feels more accurate.” I take her hand in mine and then help her in, only for her to trip on God knows what and fall forward, straight into my arms. Her tits press against my bare chest. Her hard-as-shit nipples rub against my skin. The cold steel of her piercings causes my entire body to break out into a sweat despite being in a pool of warm water. “Oh, dear heavens,” she says, gripping me by the shoulders. “We, uh . . . we’re touching.” “We are,” I say past a tight jaw. “My boobs are against your manliness.” “Yup. Are you intending to remove them?” “I am . . . I am, just trying to
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