I nearly fall on my face when I feel the rough texture of the napkin and his hand between my legs, cleaning me up. “Oh my fucking God! What are you doing?” I yell, scrambling to get my balance and snatching my pants back up. “Just giving you a helping hand,” he says, and I can feel the fucking smirk even if I can’t see it. “Seems like you could really use one.”
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— Apr 10, 2025 01:02AM
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