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With my whole hand wrapped around him now, I stroked harder.
" Down in the valley between my breasts went his fingers, tracing the V-shape he'd created in the way he'd bound me. My pussy spasmed, and I whined softly.
Clothes were overflowing the hamper since I usually did laundry on the weekends. And then there was my reflection in the mirror.
"He's you, Chris.
Yes, I had a confirmed good-ole case of the winter cold that just would not go away. I'd started sniffling and coughing almost two weeks ago after my thirtieth birthday celebration (which had consisted of just the two of us, a bottle of chocolate sauce, a container of whipped topping, my little toy box, and the kitchen island).