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He starts lightly stroking between my legs in time with his thrusts. His touch is teasing and frustrating, too light to do anything but inflame me more. I wriggle against him, gasping and sighing. He just keeps thudding that perfect spot deep inside me, smacking the sensitive nerves, sending pleasure sparking through me.
Three Swedish Mountain Men
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