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I had to bite my lip to stop my whimpers when his finger stroked deeper between my legs. His left hand caressed and massaged my breast now, his thumb grazing the straining peak.
To say what I'd been holding back. The vibrations stopped, leaving me panting.
Dirk rejoined our intimate cluster at the kitchen island and looked me in the eyes for probably the first time ever.
I had a reputation as a naughty girl to uphold, didn't I.
And the continual pressure on my wrists only added to the arousing sensations.
Or maybe just wait it out another few weeks when they would kick in their New Year's resolutions to lose weight. That was obviously our busiest time of the year.
The longer he stroked, the louder the noises were that trickled past my lips.