Leaning against the wall, I close my eyes as she works me, but something’s off. Her hands feel too small, her grip too light. And when she wraps her lips around my shaft, even the tentative flick of her tongue sets my teeth on edge. A whine leaves her throat at my half-hard dick, but when I open my lids to stare down at her, it jumps painfully to full attention at the dark brown eyes looking up at me. Because they’re her eyes, yes, but they’re also his. No. That’s not the reason. It’s just that I have a girl on her knees for me. It has nothing to do with that. But I keep staring down into
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