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Ethan inhaled softly. “You should stop hoping.”
He blinked. Indian porn “But don’t stop now.”
Ethan’s tongue circled her clit once more, slow and precise, then dipped lower, drawing another helpless sound from her lips. “Hey, look we can make it work. “I’ll see if they’ve got one in the school store next to the overpriced granola bars.”
She waved him off. She did not have a lot of curves, but her thighs were lean and toned, and her skin was smooth, still carrying a hint of summer sun. He crawled over her, bracing himself above her, and she could feel the heat of him now, the weight of him settling between her thighs. The room was empty, just as she’d left it. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“Only human.”
She reached out and lightly brushed her fingers along the edge of his waistband. Then Ryan leaned back slightly, voice playful but cool. Another knock. You want anything?”
She didn’t even look up.