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Smith
I pull her close, giving her a long, slow kiss. Sarah slides her arms around my neck and presses herself flush against me, making me groan. She is so soft and warm, her honeysuckle scent driving me wild. I roll onto my back, bringing Sarah with me so that she straddles my hips, her breasts brushing my chest as we kiss.
I grip her hips, cupping her breasts through the filmy lingerie she wears. Sarah breaks the kiss to nibble my earlobe, nip at my neck, making me buck and grind up against her.
She gasps and rocks against me, crying out when I pinch one of her n*****s.
“I want to be inside you,” I grit out.
“I…” she says, distracted and out of breath. “I should shower first…”
I growl and roll her over, pressing the weight of my body down on hers. I kiss her lips, her collarbon
