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His left hand played with my hair while his right lightly stroked my pussy through my jeans.
It was déjà vu waking to the smell of turkey.
His grip on my hair tightened almost painfully a few seconds later, and then he was coming in my mouth, his eyes clenched tight.
He was the one to look away now. After a deep sigh, he was staring in my eyes again.
I growled at him, and he reciprocated in turn. On the next couple of thrusts, he was slower.
Above, I tugged on my arms.