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Thoughts I've never let myself think are rushing through my mind.
With each plunge of my fingers, my imagination runs wild.
I picture Sami begging—my Sami on her knees pleading for my c**k.
I want that.
I want that and more.
The surge of desire overwhelms me. She is like nothing I've ever imagined having for my own in my entire life. Then again, she's the one who's always been there, the one who knows me, my friend.
The need for more is coursing through my bloodstream, electrifying every nerve ending, and intensifying my senses. I feel every inch of her beneath me, my chest on hers, and my erection against her stomach. The way her silky, wet p***y squeezes my fingers, I can't imagine what it will do to my d**k. And damn, the noises she's making are echoing off the walls
