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They kissed for a long, long time, his five o'clock shadow abrading her skin. She felt it, knew it should hurt, but it didn't. She ran her hands around to his chest and up his pectoral muscles until her hands covered his small, male nipples.

He ripped his mouth from hers and pulled her hands away from his chest and held them tightly while he dragged oxygen into his lungs. “Can't do that, dearling.