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Despite how I was usually relaxed after sex with Chris-even as vigorous as it had been tonight-something still lingered in my thoughts. Something that prevented me from drifting off and joining my lover in dreamland.
I closed my own eyes and teased his slit with the tip of my tongue. Flicked at the ring and ball protruding from the top.
"Professor Bradley got wind from Pete that I was wanting to take some more classes to get my masters. a teaching degree.
My piercings. " "The letter-" I started, but he brushed his fingers across my pussy, preventing me from breathing at all for a few seconds.
I couldn't walk away.
Will is gone until Sunday, so I'm taking you to my place just in case your roommate doesn't heed my warning.
I was standing in an alternate reality.
And they say us men are bad when we're sick!" The bed shifted.
I reached out to Chris who handed me the bottle I'd left on the counter by the sink.