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" Dirk stuck his hands in the front pocket of his jeans, making his jacket bulge under his arms. When I started to turn away, he sighed and added, "I need to say something first, Holly.
He shivered and moaned, his fingers lightly tangling in my hair.
Whimpering but refusing to ask him if I could come.
When fingers on his left hand pinched my nipple and twisted it in time with the actions of his right-handed fingers. But it wasn't until he ground his hard-on against my ass that I reached back and gripped the sides of his pants, my knees buckling.
His arms wrapped around my waist under the water before he pulled me back when he reclined.
This guy you love?" I sucked in my breath with a strangled wheeze. Tried to shrink away from him but found nowhere to go.