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Patrick
Fuck, Morgan feels good.
Her lips were soft and supple. The way she worked her tongue…fuck. I couldn’t even begin to describe it. How could I have known her so long and never done this? Not even thought about it?
Of course, I knew why. Same reason I probably shouldn’t have my tongue down her throat right now. But, s**t, I’d tried to be a gentleman. I’d thought I was making the right decision before. And I knew there would be hell to pay for this later. My past had made sure of that. Didn’t mean I had any intention of stopping this. Not a chance.
Not with her tight little body pressed against me and her hands shaking but clinging to my shirt and her toned legs wrapped around me in the most compromising of positions. I could think of something else I’d like to be doing betwee
