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Rollo couldn't stop petting Brianna, as if she were a cat. The delicate skin just inside her hipbone had an intoxicating effect on him. He couldn't make himself draw his hand away. And that was just for starters. All the sensory impressions from the evening kept overloading his brain. The suppleness of her spine as she arched under his thrusts. The tender whiteness of the skin that didn't get exposed to the sun, contrasting with the golden apricot of the skin that did. The way she abandoned herself to pleasure without hesitation. Her whimpers, her moans, her babbling.
Yup, Brianna babbled during s*x. Words of pleasure, of command—do this, touch that—just came pouring out of her, and it was a total turn-on. Especially because he didn't think she even realized it.
"Did you know that yo
