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Logan scowled and ran a hand through his dark hair. Jenny’s fingers twitched at the memory of how soft his hair was, how it felt to hold him close against her body while she came in his mouth.
She refused to look at Logan until she calmed herself down, but he saw it anyway. He leaned in close to her until his breath tickled her neck, “What are you thinking about Jenny?”
Jenny turned her head to look at him and their lips nearly met. Close enough to feel their breath mingle, Jenny sucked in a deep breath. “I was just thinking about, um, uh…”
“I think you were thinking about us, together. You were blushing and when I ran my hand through my hair you made the same noise that you make when you come. Oh, what I’d give to hear that noise again, just with a few less clothes on.”
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