[How broken she sounds when he removes his hand from her breast. She wants him to touch her more and never stop touching her either. Goddamn, it doesn't feel like he's touching her enough. Everything feels like it's in slow-motion with the air in the room is thick and heavy with lust. Even sweat begins to bead up on her forehead. Her body is tense just waiting for his next move and impatience dominates her thoughts when she shifts to guide his hand between her legs, now instead of later.]
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