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Rebecca William is a work of art. Beautifully sculpted and so large. His eyes are glowing, and I shudder as I take him in—every ridge and valley of that perfect chest. I've never had a man like this before, and I can't stop myself from touching William now that he is above me. My fingers glide over William's hot skin. It's as if he is burning up from within, and his breaths are coming in fast. William doesn't say anything and doesn't comment on me moaning. He seems to love my hands on him, loving how I'm getting wetter from simply gliding my palms over his rippling muscles, smooth and toned. His eyes meet mine. "How do you like it?" "I like it all. Everything about you." His lips curl. "I was talking about the s*x, how you want to be f****d, but thank you for the compliment." "Oh