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Augie’s hands came up to clutch my shoulders, fingertips pressing into the skin so hard I wondered if they’d leave marks. His groans turned to grunts as his cock pulsed in my grip and began thrusting through my fist. “That’s it,” I murmured against his wet hair. “Beautiful, sweet Augie.”
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