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I was still awake an hour later when the light went off. When the apartment went back to its silent watch for the night.
You can tell yourself whatever reasons you want for why you acted the way you have if it helps you sleep at night. Honestly, though.
His right hand slinked forward as well, pausing at my abdomen to stroke my belly button before continuing a path down to my pussy.
Sitting around afterwards watching a movie while we complained that we'd eaten too much but still found room for a slice of warm pecan pie with vanilla ice cream. And I'd been looking forward to having Chris join us this year for it all.
Or maybe he just chose to ignore me.
He hugged me tighter, his right hand delving until two of his fingers slipped inside of me and thrust upwards rapidly.
In front, the rope would also make a V-shape between my breasts and go back over my shoulders.
Beneath him, my body continued shaking from my sudden release. The headboard creaked and groaned from the force of my hands yanking on the rope.