“Otto.” It was a quiet, haggard whimper. I brushed my fingers through her hair. “I’m right here. Right here.” A shuddering breath left her, and I could physically feel the tension drain from her as she shifted to curl herself around me. Nearly came apart when she climbed right onto my lap. Long, luscious legs wrapped around my waist. Like as if on instinct, she knew that was exactly where she belonged. I became painfully aware that my white tee she’d gone to sleep in had ridden up around her waist, and her lace-covered pussy was pressed up tight to my cock that I was trying to will into
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