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It had moved into this room. There was only Chris and I.
He continued down to the bottom horizontal ropes and repeated what he had done above.
I wanted to hold him. comfort him so badly.
Every day since.
My pussy spasmed, and I whined softly.
Interspersed with his grunts were broken attempts of my name. I was breathing normally again by the time I'd depleted him.
I wondered if he was mad at me, though I could swear he had sat beside me on the bed at least twice, stroking my forehead and hair. Whispering he loved me.