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She can’t see me. There’s no way she can perceive who just entered the room. She wiggles her ass at me as she slides her arms out straight, her bare breasts against the comforter and cheeks lying flat against the bed.
Feeling the back of my pocket, I grabbed my bike mask and slid it over my face. Slowing walking towards her, I feel heat trailing to my jeans simply at the sight of that exposed flesh. I kept my breath steady making my way to her. She’s laid out bare to me like before. She was mine to toy with, mine to play with and now she’s mine to f**k.
Fuck the contracts and the boundaries. She said it was over but she doesn’t call the shots, I do.
“Touch me, Wes.” She moans into the comforter. “I need to feel you.”
Unable to restrain myself, I take a step forward and grip the
