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Ava
The cool metal permeates through the thin fabric of my shirt while the heat of his body on top of me warms my front. I forgot how much I love the weight of him on me. How secure I feel with him.
The first two times we were together, our movements were frantic and uncontrolled, but tonight his hands move under the hem of my shirt, slower and more deliberate. Maybe he’s been imagining doing this in his beat off sessions.
His large palm cups my breast and I wiggle under him, the ache in my p***y building.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to feel your skin again.” His mouth casts open kisses up my neck while his other hand reaches down and fiddles with the button of my jeans. “I can’t wait to see what you’re hiding under here.”
The lightbulb goes off. f**k.
I sit up and he
