Some little time later, he realized that he was done, but still kneeling between those lovely legs. Her hips were moving in a long, slow ellipse, even though he was gripping them hard enough for her creamy-pink flesh to show white around his fingers. She was making low, crooning noises, and her eyes were peacefully closed. He got up slowly, feeling drained and worn out, used up. There was still one more thing he wanted to do with her tonight, something he’d pieced together out of the mumbled and slurred words of her dreaming. He’d have to pace himself.
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Afloat in a warm, pinkish haze, Claudia heard Dianne in the next stall. It sounded as if she were enjoying at least parts of it, and wondered absently which of the men was working her over. She felt so good right now, in spite of her l
