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We stay there—my arms around Evelyn and her chest heaving—for a while. When she catches her breath sufficiently, she looks at me with a sulky pout.
"I was supposed to do that to you."
"Do what?"
"You know, make you lose your mind or something like that. You weren't supposed to turn the tables."
I laugh and kiss her. "You always make me lose my mind, Evelyn. That is who you are. Even when I'm giving you an orgasm, I'm the one who is getting the best bit because I can see you and feel you."
She smacks her lips. "I guess. But I can feel you too."
Her hand goes to my crotch, and I groan.
"Don't you think we should do something about that?" Evelyn suggests.
I curse under my breath when she moves her cupped palm up and down, stroking me through my pants. The friction turns out to
