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is lead him to thrusting his hips into me, sliding the
length of him between my lips. He moaned in pleasure, "Mmm, yesss, I
LIKE that..." His movements continued several minutes more, before he
lifted himself away from me again. "Yesss, eight hours till I have to
go..."
He then pulled my sweater up, exposing my breasts. I felt totally and
uncontrollably vulnerable. I was wearing a black lace bra, as I
usually did, and he moaned in approval. I was terrified of him. At
the same time though, I was fighting back waves of pleasure coursing
through my body. I was very wet, and I knew it would only be a matter
of time before he'd find out, and my body would betray me. He then
lifted his body off me, only to abruptly force my legs apart at the
knees. I felt like I was going to cry. But I never could, very
easily, and now was no different. My tears never progressed past
whimpers.
Suddenly he thrust his fingers into me. I inhaled sharply at the
shock, and the pleasure, of feeling him touching me. "Hmmm... Do you
LIKE that, Caitlyn?" He was playing with my mind, using my name to
prevent me from hiding inside my mind, to keep the situation immediate
to me. I didn't answer.
He took my silence as a confirmation to him, a
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