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Her hands gained purchase on his shoulders, her knees finding support on the bench, and she began shimmying upward, allowing her breasts to drag along his chest, and finally along his face, framing it perfectly with her pale flesh. She threw her head back, her long hair cascading over her shoulders as her chest heaved.

She slid one of her hands down his arm until she finally held his hand in hers. She placed it flat against her thigh, then oh so slowly slid it upward. Only once his fingers were cupping her buttocks did she let go.

She looked back down to where his face lay between her breasts and smiled lustily. "Now you can touch," she assented.

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