His hand found my clit, the pad of his thumb pressing down. The touch was electric—too much, too soon. I gasped, my hips bucking against him.
"Come," he said. "Come for me."

His hand found my clit, the pad of his thumb pressing down. The touch was electric—too much, too soon. I gasped, my hips bucking against him.
"Come," he said. "Come for me."

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