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‘What do you think I’m doing?’ he nuzzled her neck. She shivered as he kissed the exposed skin behind her ear. ‘And more importantly, do you really want me to stop?’ Her breath caught in her throat as he closed his teeth gently over her earlobe. It was so hard for her to think when he did things like this. She let out a sigh against her will and he chuckled softly against her neck. With his laughter, the awkwardness and embarrassment rushed back, and she stiffened. Connor felt it and gave himself a mental shake. She wasn’t ready for this. Ugh! He thought. I’m such a clumsy fool. He released her and pressed a chaste kiss to the top of her head, before shifting her to a vacant seat on the couch. Langdon eyed him warily for a moment. It was like emotional whiplash dealing with Connor. He forced a smile and tousled her hair. ‘I’m sorry, I keep forgetting.’ ‘You… Keep forgetting?’ Langdon furrowed her brow in consternation. She tried to glare as Connor realized what he had said. An honest. Melody couldn’t resist a little lick of each of Lissa’s nipples. I was always between half-hard and hard. There was enough sexual edge just because we were enjoying ourselves and each other so much.When I started rubbing circles on Lissa’s tummy, Melody linked her fingers through mine so it was like two hands and twenty fingers. Lissa was quaking as we moved down, carefully avoiding her plump labia and working the last of the tension out of her quads. I glanced over at the bedside clock and realized with a shock that we’d been massaging Lissa for an hour and a half. Little trembles kept going through her body and she kept moaning in a high-pitched whine. Melody and I linked hands once again as we settled down on either side of Lissa and with our joined fingers, we reached down and stroked Lissa’s pussy from bottom to top one time.We didn’t penetrate anything, didn’t part her folds or try to find her clit, but with that one stroke, Lissa came up off the bed arching her back so that.
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