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She yanked on his shirt and pulled hi hi she hadn’t allowed herself to feel, in a long ti to climb to her knees on the couch She wanted to be closer; much, et

He let go of her throat and quickly pulled his shirt off He had barely tugged it free of his head before her hands were on his chest, scoring his skin hard enough to leave red dashes on their way down He grabbed her wrists and yanked her forward, his tongue invading herher back into the couch

"Please," she realized she hispering as she fought to kick off her shoes "Please, Jaood, if you’re already begging for it fro her shirt over her head

"Why do you alant to talk about other ? If you want to fuck men, Jameson, it’s okay Can I watch?" she asked while he tried to pull her pants and underwear down When she lifted her hips, he smacked her on the ass

"I wouldn’t even let you watch me fuck myself, you stupid bitch You don’t deserve a treat like that Where the fuck were you all day?" he de it over the couch

"Doith Ang Then dinner, with Sanders," she told hi her bra across the room while he slipped out of his own pants

"I don’t like waiting"

"See? Such a whiny bitch"

"Watch your fucking s She gasped, and then his fingers were soothing the sting Slicing through her, like butter She s fall open to hi a battle when you came in here, not an easy fuck"

"Kind of one and the sas and she shrieked, alot you all riled up Did your day with Angier get you all excited?" he asked, burying his er in her She squirmed around

"No"

"You’re awfully wet"

"I usually am"

"Not without reason What set you off, hmmm?"

"You Just you"

"Good answer"

His hand was on her breast bone then, pressing her down into the couch Forcing her down He propped one of her legs along the back of the couch, and then he was sla hips in an instant She shrieked, her hands flying to her breasts, squeezing