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“Jude would do questionable things for waffles. He used to beg our cooks at boarding school to put them on the menu every week.” “Did he?” She’s a terrible actress. It’s obvious Jude got to her. She made bananas Foster waffles for him. I scoff as I shake my head at her. “I can’t believe you made waffles for Jude.” “Did you say my name?” Jude asks, strolling in from the side entrance.
Being on top has never felt good for me before. It always felt like a lot of work and killed whatever buildup I had for an orgasm.
