“I won’t go inside—” Richard promised, his voice broken and barely there. “I just—I just wanna know what it feels like.” He snapped his hips up into his grip and I whined, my ass clenching and unclenching against him just to hear the broken whine he released every time I did it. “Just a little?” he questioned, brow knit together, his eyes searching, begging as he caught mine. “Just a bit? I promise.” I nodded, eager and desperate as he pushed up against me, stripping himself faster and faster, the slick noises filling my mind with memories I’d play on repeat for possibly the rest of all time.
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