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After freeing my wrists, he props himself up on his elbows, hovering above me.  I exhale and he inhales as he slips inside me inch by painstaking inch. Our gazes lock as he fills me to the hilt. My chest contracts because I know nothing will ever feel as good as when he’s inside me. 
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