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Making Up in Bed
*Maddox* Isla’s scent permeates every breath as I gain my bearings, doing my best to wake my sleeping mind. I have a vague recollection of talking to her earlier this morning, before I was fully awake. She’d given me some startling information, something I needed to look into today, though I’m not exactly sure what it was now…. It’ll come back to me later. For now, my hand is resting on her soft, warm breast, and with her intoxicating scent rolling around me, I can’t help but keep the hardness I’ve awoken with growing in length. The recollection that she is injured comes to my mind, and I know I should leave her be. She hit her hard pretty hard yesterday, and she has a wounded shoulder, but her n****e is hardening beneath my palm, and I can’t seem to pull my hand away. Groggily, she
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