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Braving the path alone and pressing on because he had faith that it would all be worth it some day. My eyes fluttered open at his fingertips brushing against my forehead.
How I was going to handle that hot mess. Because I was determined that it was done.
But it wasn't a deterrent because my leg moved again when he returned to fingering my asshole. I couldn't help it.
I tried very hard to be good.
And why wasn't my mouth working. "Does he do this to you?" Chris suddenly moved his hands down and caressed my breasts through the layers of my shirt and bra.
That had turned out to be real.