Ashleigh

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Every cell in my being buzzed under his touch as I spread my legs, my ass still nestled against his hard-on as I did. The motion sent his hand sliding farther north, the rough warmth of his palm skating against my upper inner thigh. One thick fingertip brushed against the lace edge of my panties, and I shook violently, nipples hardening into peaks.
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