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Rory and I run in silence for the next ten minutes and it starts to become very obvious that she's tired. Her breaths are coming in short pants and her pace has slowed.
I don't slow down to keep pace with her. If anything, I go faster so that she'll have to struggle to keep up with me. The stink eye she gives me when she manages to reach me tells me that she knows what I'm doing. Ask me if I care.
She deserves to pay for the little stunt she pulled.
The annoying thing is that even though she's not actively trying to make me suffer right now, her ass and t**s are still bouncing with her movements and my raging hard-on has managed to cool down to a semi, thanks to thoughts of me taking trips to my dentist.
I sight a man walking his dog on the same path as us and I move out o
