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They were barely inside the room before they went at each other as if no time had passed or too much had. Sarah grabbed him and pulled him to her with nearly as much force as he reached for her. Their mouths crushed together while Joe slipped his hands underneath the hoodie. Sarah lifted her arms so he could tug it over her head. Then she undid the tie on her kimono top and let it fall to the floor.
Joe stared at her n***d breasts, his breath ragged. Then he yanked down the pajama pants and found nothing between him and her flesh.
“My God, Sarah, you’ve been like this all night? Why did you let me sit there so long?” He covered her mouth with his as he cupped a breast in one hand and her a*s with another. He pulled her hips into his. Sarah could feel the hardness struggling to escape
