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Sophia, Interstellar Brides Processing Center, Earth
His hands were so skilled, stroking over me. I was on a soft bed, the man beside me. I felt every hard inch of him press along my side as he learned me with the soft touch of his fingertips. They ran expertly over my bare flesh, making me shiver, making me gasp, making me eager for more. But his hand didn’t stop.
My eyes were closed and I just reveled in the feel of him, and when I wanted more, he began to touch me with his other hand. One on my breast, the other sliding over the curls between my thighs.
“Open for me.”
I didn’t hesitate to comply with his husky order, parting my legs eagerly. Fingers slipped over my wet folds and taunted the eager bud.
The sound that escaped my lips was part moan, part gasp. My arousal, which had
