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We both let out broken moans when his flesh touched mine. It was just the tip of his cock-primarily the reverse Prince Albert ring-that brushed my outer pussy lips, but it was electrifying.
He'd known for months now just what to do when I was unable to speak my desires for whatever reason. Just a few quick thrusts could ease the ache.
I clutched at the couch cushion, but my nails just scraped the plush material.
"I didn't say that. And please, don't do that, Holly.
I cried out, finally reaching for his arms. "Naughty, naughty.
We hadn't discussed what I was going to say next.
But it wasn't a deterrent because my leg moved again when he returned to fingering my asshole.
Afterwards, we lie in the semi-darkness, his chest pressing to my back while we spooned on our left sides. Eventually, his breathing slowed down.
"So, is that a yes. Will you marry me?" I was going to tease him and say I'd think about it.