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Oh God, am I flirting? What’s he like?”
“Kind of a tool.”
I giggled harder than I would’ve like for him to have seen, and I blushed. Porn “I want to… I really do,” he said. The coffee maker beeped, and I went to get a mug. My hero. I felt his hands reach behind me to unhook my bra, but I could feel that he struggled a little. I rolled my head back in ecstasy as he pleasured me, running my hand down the back of his head (or cowl, I guess is what you call it.)
Suddenly, he stopped and looked up at me, an obvious look of
