Julia

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I squeak in surprise as he lifts me up like I weigh nothing, and instinctively, my legs wrap around his trim hips. I loop my arms around his neck, but his hold on me is firm, hands cupping my ass, and the length of his cock rests against my clit. At the firm press of him against my nerves, I’m overrun with need. He takes a step so my back is pressed against the cool wall, and my eyes go wide. “Like this?” I’m breathless, eyes darting around the foyer. The spontaneity of having sex here in the dim apartment with just the lights of the city sparkling through the big windows makes my stomach dip ...more
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