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His hands expertly wrapped, threaded, twisted, and tugged the rope just how he wanted it. Repeating from back to front, weaving patterns he knew from memory.
"I can't eat anything!" "Shh. " Chris brushed my hair off my forehead.
And then the vibrator started up again.
Better. " "Do you mean my wedding.
" He tsk tsked before lazily running his tongue along the curves of my breasts. "Shut it.
Only his deep grind at my waist stilled me. But he did sit up.
Didn't care much for alcohol. And I'd always considered myself monogamous.
"Do I need to ask if you'd like to come?" My mouth dropped open, but he didn't even give me a chance to answer because he raised up and thrust his hand between my thighs.