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How to work her …

How to play her body …

All of it.

His hand on her hip slid around to the front of her body, drifting between her thighs, so his fingertips rubbed tight circles into her clit while his other arm wrapped tight around her chest. The air exploded out of her chest in a high cry. Probably too loud for their current circumstances as the orgasm tore through her body with devastating intent.

It was heaven.

And she would die happily like that.

“Fuck, yeah,” Chris said, his words a hoarse murmur along her throat, “that’s what I wanted, babe. Come all over that cock—fucking now. Take it all, Valeria.”

Each thrust that followed his words came deeper and harder inside her pussy, accompanied by the jerking of his hands against her body with his own orgasm.

Her air wouldn’t come, or her thoughts.

And that was okay.

It meant, for that moment with him, she didn’t have to feel anything at all.

But especially not the pain.