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... ss his voice vibrant and saturated with arousal. The pad of his right forefinger gently follows the outline of my slick vaginal opening that was barbarously ravaged last night and I gasp at his antics, his touch evoking a fierce need within me.

"No, you did not," I whisper my fingers clutching onto the kitchen counter for support. We had another argument yesterday, it was not a big issue but we both had gotten enraged with the other which led us to have passionate sex fueled by our tempe ...

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