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The hot streams of the shower head felt amazing, too.
If you want more, I can get it for you. I can try to find you a new pan.
"Does this guy," Chris asked, his voice husky as he ran a single finger up and down the soft hollow of skin just behind my ear along the back of my jaw, "know right where to touch you to drive you wild?" I wanted him to both continue and yet stop touching me there. He knew I couldn't last long with that kind of torture.
I knew right away why you hadn't said anything.
Chris kissed my neck before he sat up. "Good girl.
For a moment, he did nothing-said nothing-but stare at me. Slowly, he pulled the sheet away, revealing my heaving breasts.
" His cock pressed against my pussy.