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( his breath is hot as he pants against her skin and, despite the absence of his fingers inside of her, he still feels so damn good. without his hand there, his cock is free to glide all the way between her thighs, the head brushing against her clit with each thrust and it's enough to make her whimper 'cause it's so close but not fully enough —

her teeth sink into the back of her hand, thighs practically shaking from how much she wants him, how much this tease is affecting her, and she can feel his precome slick against her skin as he tries to warn her, tries to cling on for even a moment longer ... )

C'mon, Nate, come for me — ( sara encourages, voice practically shifted an octave higher, lips remaining parted and lashes fluttering closed. )