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Their laughter mingled, breaking the tension. “My cock owning your pussy? His eyes were wide, fork hovering halfway to his mouth, his lips parted in shock. “Yes, Master,” Claire whispered, her voice breathless. When she lowered herself onto his lap, the hard length of his erection pressing against her through his pants made her gasp. The thought should have burned her with shame, but all it did was make her wetter.
