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His hands expertly wrapped, threaded, twisted, and tugged the rope just how he wanted it. Repeating from back to front, weaving patterns he knew from memory.
Add to that the absence of my parents, boyfriend, and favorite holiday dinner. All of it culminated in me being a little on the cranky side when I crawled out of bed Thursday morning.
I growled at him, and he reciprocated in turn.
I'd heard the steady humming before I felt the plastic tip move along the outside of my pussy, but my body still jerked as though I'd been electrocuted. Although it was useless, I clawed at the cushion under me again.
I swear. " I blinked at him.