He doesn’t stop me from rubbing my palm up and down the length of his cock through the material of his shorts. He twitches against my hand, and his breaths hit my cheek as they become heavier the harder he gets. Kade’s grip grows tighter on my throat; his other hand stops at the strap of my bodysuit, and he curls his fingers under it and drags the strap down my shoulder with haunting slowness. My breast bounces free as the material slips beneath it. Reaching under his waistband, I take his hard cock in my hand. He’s warm, smooth and the veins are as thick as ever. The same veins I’ve traced
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