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... ift — the slight buckle of his hips upward, his weight shifting, the slight exhale of effort. She had her hands at his waistband and she pulled — the trousers and the underwear together, the specific, committed motion of someone who had made a decision and was executing it.
It swung free.
’PAP.’
The impact was warm, specific, and entirely unexpected — the weight and heat of it landing flat against her left cheek with the casual authority of something that had not been int ...
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