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“Yes.” Alison couldn’t think straight with Harker’s hand between her breasts, but she also couldn’t pull her eyes away from the stage.
The woman was tied to that bench, helpless and exposed as Anthony stood behind her, his hands running up and down her legs, over her ass and across her sides as he checked the restraints. Alison’s n*****s tightened, her lacy bra scratchy against her sensitive nubs as the man’s fingers teased the woman’s breasts. Alison’s back arched in a silent plea for Harker to touch her breasts, tease her n*****s.
“Is she eager for him?” His deep voice slipped inside her head, whispering all her secret thoughts of desire. “For his kiss?”
She wanted his kiss on her neck, her lips, her breasts. Everywhere. She leaned against him, enveloped in his warmth and s
