I removed my sneakers and tried to shove down the bouncing sensation that tightened every breath, not to mention my balls. I was already hard. I’d been hard since the second I saw her sitting there, and now, it wasn’t just a throb, a want, a means to an end. The need I felt for this girl was primal, a savage necessity—her desire for me so vital that I could hardly fucking breathe. Tearing my eyes from hers, those heaving breasts hidden behind nothing but flimsy cotton, I sent them down her body. Over the perfect flare of her curved hips, I discovered nothing but creamy skin. She wasn’t wearing
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