He got up and took a tissue from my nightstand, wiping his face, and then took off his shirt. I sat up, still quivering from his touch, and stared at his shirtless body. He was perfect, all hard lines, a dusting of short brown hair, and now I could see all of his tattoos. There was the one on the inside of his bicep and then a pattern that changed from prairie to sun that covered one of his shoulders almost to his neck. He caught me staring, and I let myself look. He reached for his jeans, undoing the button and slowly lowering the zipper. His cock strained against his black underwear, the tip
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