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Why is this funny?" He reached out and grasped my hand.
And as much as he liked to tease me with his finger at my asshole-and I enjoyed it-I was adamant that it was the only thing inserted there. For the past few weeks, we'd been concentrating on orgasm control.
But I didn't care.
Chris's fingers were in my hair again, and I tilted my chin up.
I turned my head at the squeak of the lid's hinges. A deep moan echoed in my chest when he pulled out a rectangular, black box I kept in there amongst the variety of blankets.
I reveled in his early sounds of pleasure. Looked forward to what was to come.