Every, Last Drop

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“That wasn’t fair, you know.” We’re curled up in bed together. I’m still naked. At some point in our s****l exploits, I removed his shirt, but he’s still got his sweats on. His erection wore off before I could come up with a bold, seductive way to ask him if I could see or touch it, though it’s still very much on my mind.  “Which part?” he asks. I can’t see his face with my head against his chest, but I can hear the smirk in his voice.  “Making me say things like that under duress.” “Duress?” he repeats, laughing. Then he squeezes me tighter. “I know. I tend to turn into an animal in the sack, but with you…” He shudders beneath me. “It’s like a frenzy comes over me.” That’s for sure. I’ve seen that side of him before, but it was in rare form tonight.  Not that I’m complaining. “It’s

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