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“You want to be fucked,” he demanded and she nodded.

“George—” I tried to sit up, but she pushed me back down, hovering me. Reaching up, I brushed her hair back. “Are you sure?”

She leaned forward so far her breasts were on my chest, her lips at my ear. “Fuck now. Talk later.”

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