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The fire in his eyes ers in his long hair He’s rocking facial hair, and I’htly and he ainst es , and my panties are wet He strips oose bumps break out overmy wrists with one hand as he caresses his way downfrom the inside out

“Oh, Ollie”

“You feel so good I can’t get over how soft your skin is” He cups le as he continues to build the pressure His lips move from my mouth down my neck, where he focuses on the spot behind my ear that makes my toes curl

“You’re so pretty when you make those sounds for me,” he rumbles

The ertips and stops at my bikini line to stroke a line back and forth My breath comes in small pants of anticipation He chuckles

“You want more? You’ll have to ask me, sassy”

“Please touch me”

He drags his fingers to caress the tops ofshy ofmolten core where I need him most I whimper

“Is this not where you want me?”

“Ollie,” I whine Saying the words aloud always feels so intimate Even more than the act itself

“Tell ive you whatever you want, but I want to hear it”

“Touch ood”

He strokes down my cleft, and my brain nearly explodes I shudder as the pleasure winds up through

“Like that?” he asks, whispering in my ear as he circles my clit with his thumb

“Oh yes”