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Leo chased Sara up the stairs to her apartment. She giggled the whole way, then shushed him when he caught up to her and pressed his c**k against her back.
And moaned. She definitely moaned, too.
She finally managed to get them inside and he slammed the door and pressed her against it, not willing to wait another second to have another taste of her.
He thought the night was over when he saw her panicking in the front seat. Thankfully, she was just having a meltdown about her future. It was risky promising her they’d keep their relationship to just s*x, but it was the only promise he could think of that would get her to open up to him.
Her phone dinged, a happy, bright tune that had her pulling away from him to get the phone. “Sorry,” she mumbled, digging into her purse. She spun awa
