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           Heunhooksmybraandrunshishanddownmybacktomybehind.

           “Youreallyhavethemostbeautifulskin,”hemurmurs.Heshiftssothatoneofhislegspushesbetweenmine,andhe’shalflyingacrossmyback.Icanfeelthebuttonsofhisshirtpressingintomeashegathersmyhairoffmyfaceandkissesmybareshoulder.

           “Whyareyouwearingyourshirt?”Iask.Hestills.Afterabeat,heshufflesoutofhisshirt,andheliesbackdownonme.Ifeelhiswarmskinagainstmine.Hmm…itfeelsheavenly.Hehasalightdustingofhairacrosshischest,whichticklesmyback.

           “Soyouwantmetofuckyouagain?”hewhispersinmyear,andhebeginstotrailfeatherlightkissesaroundmyearanddownmyneck.

           Hishandmovesdown,skimmingmywaist,overmyhip,anddownmythightothebackofmyknee.Hepushesmykneeuphigher,andmybreathhitches…What’shedoingnow?Heshiftssohe’sbetweenmylegs,pressedagainstmyback,andhishandtravelsupmythightomybehind.Hecaressesmycheekslowly,andthentrailshisfingersdownbetweenmylegs.

           “I’mgoingtotakeyoufrombehind,Anastasia,”hemurmurs,andwithhisotherhand,hegraspsmyhairatthenapeinafistandpullsgently,holdingmeinplace.Icannotmovemyhead.Iampinionedbeneathhim,helpless.

           “Youaremine,”hewhispers.“Onlymine.Don’tforgetit.”Hisvoiceisintoxicating,hiswordsheady,seductive.Ifeelhisgrowingerectionagainstmythigh.

           Hislongfingersreacharoundtogentlymassagemyclitoris,circlingslowly.Hisbreathissoftagainstmyfaceasheslowlynipsmealongmyjaw.