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Chris was singing 'Jingle Bell Rock' in the kitchen. I quietly secured the door and leaned my back against it, sighing and shaking my head.
Especially, when my dreams were about sex. We continued watching each other, our breathing settling to an even pace.
I didn't realize they were even still in the box.
They didn't even stop fucking while I gathered my stuff. I don't know how long it had been going on, but I hadn't signed up to be with someone who went behind my back like that.
A slight shift up caused the backs of his fingers to brush under my breasts. I flinched and cooed.
"Does he do this to you?" Chris suddenly moved his hands down and caressed my breasts through the layers of my shirt and bra.
Then he pinched and twisted my nipples, making me gasp.