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SLOANE

Hayes hook one of my legs on his waist, and then he skims his fingers up my quivering thighs, beneath the hem of my gown, traveling up, until he reaches the silky barrier of my panties.

He presses two fingers against my panties, which is soaked with arousal, all from sucking him off. 

“You’re fucking drenched,” he murmurs. He lightly rubbed me through the panties. I growl, loving the f