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"What's going on behind those beautiful emerald eyes?" My cheeks burned, and I could only look as high as his single-dimpled mouth while my hands fumbled at opening the wrapper on my sandwich.
But there was no sign of Chris. I moped around the house, thankful that my new schedule did not include weekends.
" Chris snorted.
Setting me on the closed toilet lid and leaning me against the vanity countertop. Then he ran a hot bath.
His fingers and then his cock pressing between my legs made the decision. Soon, we were both moaning.