His large hands rubbed up and down my biceps, pulling my awareness back to his presence, before settling them on top of my shoulders as he began to massage. “Damn,” I sighed in relief. “I’m tight.” “I—” “Don’t!” I chuckled, knowing he wouldn’t have let that one slide. “Dang, hater. I was just gonna say I can feel the knots.” “Mhmm.” “Just like I can feel the ribs of your pussy walls.” “See, nasty.” “I know you ain’t talking when you been in here for two hours, talking about niggas smashing and bae book friends.” “First of all, it’s book baes and book boyfriends. Please show my other men some
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