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I unbuckle my own belt and release my cock that’s been in a state of hardness since I woke up this morning and she wasn’t there. I lift her up, pull down her pants until they hit the floor, then jam my cock against her boxer briefs. The friction turns me on more than anything I’ve ever experienced. “Wait…” Her hands curl into my jacket. “If you want me to stop, say it. Otherwise, stay fucking still.” She gulps, but she doesn’t speak. She also doesn’t uncurl her fingers that remain still on my shoulders. I only mean to shift her boxer briefs to the side so that I can have access to her cunt, but I end up ripping them. My fingers get coated with her arousal, and so does the crown of my dick. “You claim to not want an audience, but you’re soaking wet at the idea of it.” My fingers play with her clit, and she gasps, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip. “You’re my dirty little fuck hole, aren’t you?” She starts to say something, but it ends on a moan when I lift her up and then bring her