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I fail to contain an involuntary groan as she bares her lower half to my greedy eyes. Dropping one knee onto the cushion, I run a finger down her neck, between her breasts and into the valley of her stomach.
When I slide my finger through her folds, her eyes beseech me for more.
Sliding my left hand to a breast, I pinch and squeeze, as if playing the lower register on a piano. Meanwhile, my right middle finger pushes inside her, moving in and out, letting the uneven hills of my palm crash against her body again and again.
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