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I’ve played with myself lots of times, but nothing compares to this. It’s like he’s making my body his instrument, producing whatever sensations and sounds he wants from me.  In the span of minutes, I’ve gone from sheer panic to wanting to beg him to take me right here, right now. A whimper fills the room when his long finger plunges inside me. 
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