“That was…” “Don’t insult me by condensing what that was down into a single word,” he cuts in, his deep voice hoarse. “Okay,” I say simply, rolling off him and shuddering from the feel of his cum coating the inside of my thighs. Another thing that feels too intimate. “I won’t then.” “Good.” He’s still staring at me, and my flight instincts are beginning to kick in. “Come home with me,” he says as if sensing that. Normally, I feel relieved when I’m invited into their house, but this time, I feel nothing but sadness. The worst part is—it’s not enough to stop me. It’s not enough to override my
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