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I gulped, hoping whatever plans he was forming included allowing me to feel that cock on me. in me.
Not that time.
I didn't even cringe.
Blotchy skin, hair that looked like I'd been sleeping in a bush not on my bed, and my nose was so red, I was surprised it wasn't signaling Santa.
Besides, the bubbles of joy building up inside and the tears in my eyes were going to make it difficult to hide my true emotions much longer.