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I
rub
myself
.
No
.
I
want
him
to
do
it
.
It
doesn
’
t
feel
the
same
.
I
’
m
lost
without
him
.
He
pulls
his
shirt
over
his
head
and
quickly
takes
off
his
jeans
.
“
You
’
d
rather
I
do
this
?
”
His
gray
gaze
scorches
mine
in
the
mirror
.
“
Oh
yes
…
please
,
”
I
breathe
.
He
wraps
his
arms
around
me
again
and
takes
my
hands
once
more
,
continuing
the
sensual
caress
across
my
sex
,
over
my
clitoris
.
His
chest
hair
scrapes
against
me
,
his
erection
presses
against
me
.
Oh
,
soon
…
please
.
He
bites
the
nape
of
my
neck
,
and
I
close
my
eyes
,
enjoying
the
myriad
sensations
:
my
neck
,
my
groin
…
the
feel
of
him
behind
me
.
He
stops
abruptly
and
spins
me
around
,
circling
my
wrists
with
one
hand
,
imprisoning
my
hands
behind
me
,
and
pulling
at
my
ponytail
with
the
other
.
I
am
flush
against
him
,
and
he
kisses
me
wildly
,
ravaging
my
mouth
with
his
.
Holding
me
in
place
.
His
breathing
is
ragged
,
matching
mine
.
“
When
did
you
start
your
period
,
Anastasia
?
”
he
asks
out
of
the
blue
,
gazing
down
at
me
.
“
Er
…
yesterday
,
”
I
mumble
in
my
highly
aroused
state
.
“
Good
.
”
He
releases
me
and
turns
me
around
.
“
Hold
on
to
the
sink
,
”
he
orders
,
and
drags
my
hips
back
again
,
like
he
did
in
the
playroom
,
so
I
’
m
bending
down
.
