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No matter how many times I tell myself to hate Tanner, or forget about him, I always end up giving in. His voice, scent, and body were already enough for me to desperately want him. Making out with him now is way better than before. He knew what I already liked. I was in control the last time, but I don’t think I could do that in my condition. He moved down to my body in a beam, pulling my stockings and panty off. Without hesitation, he threw them across the room. I threw my head back as he gently slid his middle finger over my bottom. A soft moan escaped my mouth. He parted mine and found my petal rubbing his fingertip in circles. I had to make sure to keep our contact to a minimum, which includes not taking my dress off. His two fingers started working into me. He did things with
