I mounted him. Straddling his chest, I locked our eyes together, a triumphant smirk playing on my lips. “Predictable, huh?” I taunted, my breaths measured. My thighs clenched around him as our gazes held firm. His chest heaved underneath me, his shirt sliding up his torso as I inched forward. My own guard collapsed, the bricks slipping out of place, one by one. I wondered how it’d feel to be in this position sans clothing, me on top of him, grinding, sliding up and down on his— “Oof!” I gasped a surprised breath when he snatched me by the wrists and twisted our clasped hands, leveraging his
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I am having very very disturbing thoughts
