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My hands guiding her hips.
Her hips guiding my hands.
The grinding blissful.
Through my jeans and her panties.
The red ones.
Kissing alternates between languid and frenetic.
Touching alternates between adoring and fanatical.
I’msoclose.
And I’m lost.
Lost inher.
Lost inthis.
Lost inus.
And that’s when the soundtrack starts up.
You’re nothing.
She’s everything.
You don’t deserve this.
She deserves more.
Thanyou.
Thanthis.
Don’t lead her on.
You’re nothing.
You’re nothing.
You’re nothing.
Slowly, I still my hips.
And my hands.
And my lips.
And I drag in the deep breath my lungs desperately need.
Eyes still closed, I listen to Alice inhale and exhale like she’s been underwater.
Once.
Twice.
