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I was losing it, hips grinding on his hand, moaning. “I… I looked at it… fuck— it was so big… I got so wet… I hated you for sending it but I couldn’t stop staring…”

He groaned, fingers moving faster. “Good girl. That’s what I like to hear.

“Now tell me what you wanted to do when you saw it. Did you want to sneak to the bathroom and touch this needy little p***y thinking about me? Did you want t