He pushed a finger inside me again, and this time I lifted my legs off the floor and onto the bed, making room for him without prompting. He murmured a noise of approval that vibrated through me. Fuck, it felt so good. We found some kind of synced rhythm—his hands, his mouth, my body, all moving in collaboration. It was euphoric and I mentally rolled around in it, saturated myself in the trifecta of sensation. With my eyes closed, I bathed in the sweet, slippery friction assaulting my lower half. So much so that it took me a second to realize his mouth had been replaced by his hand pumping me
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