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In one swift motion, I grab her wrist and turn her arm on her back. Somehow, it’s always the ones with the big mouths that don’t see it coming. I shove her down on the kitchen counter, her chest pressed flush against the cold stone while I’m standing behind her. With less distance than I should, I realize as I feel her ass on my crotch.
Wicked Little Game
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