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His hands grabbed my waist, digging his fingers into me. A groan escaped me, but I didn’t give a damn. I sucked on his tongue as his hands made their way to my breasts. He slipped them under the top of my dress, rubbing just the right way. I never felt so close to someone before and I never wanted this to end. I clung to him even tighter until I felt his hardness, and I began rubbing myself against it. “Damn, I don’t want to go fast.” He kissed down my neck, lower and lower, until he reached my breasts, sucking on them. My hands grabbed at his jacket, yanking it off. He raised so he could get his arms out of the sleeves. While he was up, I ripped his button-down shirt, pushing it off at the same time. When I was able to see his glorious chest, it only turned me on even more. Every mus
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