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Due to the lack of space, we both used our clipboards as placemats. He folded his arms on the table as well, one hand around his paper cup.
Because I could see from the sweat on his forehead and the overly-defined muscles in his arms, he was straining to maintain control. His eyes flashed, and he leaned forward.
Another smack on the same spot of my right butt cheek created a lingering sting. But it wasn't a deterrent because my leg moved again when he returned to fingering my asshole.
He was just there. For me.
He pressed them back against the mattress, his other hand shoving my right knee up.
It all started to make sense. So I told her about us.