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It felt so… naughty. Does this hit me a pervert ? Does it think of I'm depraved ? The muscularity of my stomach were tense and I barely breathed.

My family moved into a new house, about six months ago. After I had settled into my new room, I had discovered that from my windowpane I can see straight into the bedroom of the neighbor star sign. The sole resident of the residence was a man, about thirty, thirty five or so. And, well, he's my subject of perversion.

I diligently observed the brightly lit square from between my midst drapery. I noticed the illuminate come on from across the gap between our houses about ten minutes ago. I had scrambled to my sleeping room threshold, turned the ignition lock and checked it several meter to ease the anxiousness burning my pharynx. Peering through the miniscule opening in the curtains, I finally saw him.

His tan bronzed skin was covered in sheen, his red t-shirt darkened at the arrest. He must induce been working out. I fisted the drapery in agitation - that meant he would be taking a shower soon. I watched as he ran a hand through his damp, dark, hair and stretched his weapon system for a moment before disappearing from my scene. His figure reappeared shortly in the backdrop of Light Within, walking back and forth a few metre, while, I can only accept, gathering his showering necessities.
I watched as he reached for the hem of his shirt and began pulling it up, followed by his undershirt, to unveil his firm abdomen. When his hand moved to the waist of his sweatpants, I did the same, tugging my panties down my thighs and cupping my warm mound.
His boxershorts came off, and, as always, I stared. I was somewhat foiled to see that his cock was hitch, but maybe later I would get to see it indurate in his hand, bathed in the dim Inner Light of the T.V as he watched one of his favorite porn videos. I massaged my pussy a little.
A towel was thrown over his muscled shoulder and fresh clothes were laid on the bed. He walked through the bathroom doorway and out of my sight.

I collapsed onto the floor beneath the window, my hands thrown over my face.

His epithet is Damien.

And I… I'm only nineteen. He's thirty- something ! I can't consider how weird this is. I remember when my fellowship first moved in and my mom invited him to give birth dinner with us. I hadn't heard a good deal about him, only that he was ‘ a pleasant man, works in an office a few mental block from the bank,'according to my Father. Of course, I didn't annoyance to style my tomentum or wear a courteous outfit. I regret it now.

He probably thinks I'm just a tranquilize, shy, unornamented girl. I've been seeing him a lot Thomas More since summer break started. My female parent volunteered me a few times to help him around the star sign, since he lives all alone. I always try to front pretty, but not excessively so. I don't think he really notices, though.

A faint speech sound alerted me to Damien's return. I reassumed my position at the windowpane and gripped each English of the curtain to part it inconspicuously and look through. My window was open, and so was his, so there was no glass to obstruct my unmortgaged view. He seemed to feature dried off in the john and was now getting dressed. I sighed contently and reached down to stroke gently at my swollen clitoris. I pulled up my camisole and chafe my perky iniquity mamilla against the velvety drape. sonant moans escaped my throat and I almost hoped Damien would take heed me. The thought both thrilled and terrified me.

Damien stood shirtless at his collection of DVD, most probably selecting a porno photographic film to learn. I flicked my fingers quickly across my clitoris and moaned a little louder. I wanted him ! Damien turned away from his DVD and walked toward the windowpane, affording me a closer sentiment of the dark cover of whisker on his unspecific thorax. He stopped, his full torso going still, and then took another footfall closer to bet out of his window. I tightened my appreciation on the drapery, my heart speeding up from my coming orgasm and from how close he was.

"Samantha ?"

I gasped and desperately attempted to tug the curtain closed, only to pull too hard and have it dislodge completely from the window frame.

Damien looked right at me, my shirt pulled up over my breasts and my panties tangled around my metrical unit along with the fallen drapery. He looked shocked… and probably maddened that I had been spying on him… God !

I fell to the floor and tried to hide, too scared to apologise or excuse. I stayed curled up on the floor for respective yearn minutes, trying to calm my spirit rate and cool my cheeks.
When I finally worked up the courage to direct a peep, I saw that Damien was gone and the lights were turned off. Sudden fear gripped my throat when I realized he could be coming over right now to state my parents… to tell them that their alone daughter had been watching him for who knows how prospicient. The mentation had me jumping up and tugging on clothes. I ran to the stairway and peeped over the railing. My mother was in the dining room, setting four places for dinner. She noticed me at the top of the stairs and called to me.

"Samantha, go get dressed. Damien is coming for dinner party in a little while."Panic fluttered in my belly and I ran down, almost tripping and falling in my clunky haste.

"Um, you know what, Mom, I feel a little nauseated. I don't think I want eat anything tonight."My mother turned around and placed a hand on her hip.

"You don't look sick,"she pressed a hand to my forehead."And you don't have to eat too much, but it would be rude to not show up. Damien's been very courteous to us, helping us out with yard work and such. Show a niggling respect, Samantha."She turned back around to continue fixing up, signaling the end of the conversation.

I made my way back up to my room, dire settling heavily over me. He wouldn't acknowledgment it at dinner, not while we were all eating - would he ?

Back in my room, I sat for a moment on my bed, staring anxiously at the fallen curtains. I suppose I may as well bring in an feat to look somewhat pretty. I pulled on a dewy-eyed ovalbumin apparel falling a bit above my genu. It looked charming against my pale skin, sweet and clean… as opposed to how perverse I felt on the interior. I brushed out my dark honey shaded fuzz and turned around in the mirror, trying to spread out my nervousness.

A knock at the threshold caught my aid and I considered giving my female parent one last argument to not derive down. I gripped the pommel, parted my back talk, and opened the door.

Damien was smiling down at me, his hand resting on the room access shape. I felt warmly all of a sudden.

"Hey, your female parent said it's sentence to number down."he said, his tone casual, as if the net half hour had not occurred. Hopefully he did n't comment the still tangled drapery. I could feel his gaze combustion into me as I nodded mutely, desperately avoiding his brown heart. He turned to walk down the stairs and I closed my optic, thankful that he hadn't mentioned my… misbehavior. I took small footmark behind him, observing his dark dreary jeans and opprobrious button up. He was so handsome.

~O~

I fidgeted at the table, having no desire to have any food. Damien sat adjacent to me, like he always does during his visits, across from my parents. So far there was no acknowledgment of my peeping and it was almost sentence for dessert, so there was a chance I could get away without Damien saying anything. I focused on that one hope and nobble coup d'oeil at him from the turning point of my eye.

My mother rose from the mesa and began collecting our cup of tea before heading to the kitchen to retrieve our desserts. My father followed to assist her, leaving me alone with Damien. An horrendous meanness formed in my chest.

I sat rigidly, my hands folded in my lap. Damien was silent for a minute before placing his large bridge player on my thigh and squeezing lightly.

"How long have you been watching me ?"His voice was soft and Eskimo dog ; his thumb stroked the pelt above my knee.

I swallowed hard, struck mute by his gentle touching. I flicked my eyes up at him cautiously and saw his lips pulled into a small grin. He rubbed circles on my skin beneath the hem of my dress.

"Since… since we moved here."My tongue was heavy and I felt dullard and childish. His script moved up and down my inner thigh. I gripped the sharpness of my rear desperately.

"Hmm… well, aren't you a puckish fille ? I never expected this from you, Samantha. Always so sweet, so quiet."He chuckled lightly and leaned toward me. I felt faint at his close proximity.

"You have no idea how voiceless my tool was after I saw you standing there, half naked. You have such a cute little pussy, Samantha."My total body was hot ; his musky cologne, his hand on my pelt, oh God…

Damien's manus suddenly pulled away from my thigh and I looked up to see my mother and father walk in, each of them carrying two crustal plate of cheesecake. A fade was set before me with a fork by my mother. I felt nervous and jumpy. Hoping to escape as quickly as possible, I set to cultivate on my cake, trying my shit best not think of Damien next to me. He looked so calm, betraying nothing of our premature conversation.

About halfway through dessert, I felt Damien's hand on my thigh again. I lowered my center and saw his finger trailing up my skin towards my panties. My back stiffened and I forced myself to breath slowly and inconspicuously. As I raised a forkful of cheesecake to my lips, his fingers began massaging my puss through the fabric. I reached down to push his script away, but he gave a jumpy pinch to the chassis of my inner thigh. I winced slightly, continuing to eat. Damien knew what he was doing - He would tell my cloak-and-dagger if I tried to stop him.

My pantie were pulled aside and his thumb brushed against my swollen clit. I glanced up at my parents, engaging in conversation with Damien, Damien replying so innocently. I wriggled in my seat a bit, silently begging him to stop. Instead, his fingers began sliding into me. A gasp rose in my pharynx and I struggled to inhibit it. I could feel it, Damien's finger's breadth slipping in and out, pushing deeply inside me. Blood rushed to my face.

"Samantha, are you alright ? You look a piddling flushed."My mother was completely unaware of my current molestation - at the bridge player of a man both she and my father trusted. I felt so dirty.

"Yes, I just feel kind of warm. Don't worry, I'm not sick."I managed to keep on my vox even.

Damien pressed on my clit, rubbing hard at the hot material body. I wanted to moan - he was torturing me purposefully. My cunt muscularity tightened, and I knew I was going to cum. The constant stroking on my cadaver clit continued, wet and slippery, and I pushed lightly against him. My breath caught, my second joint spread blanket, and my pussy contracted against Damien's hand, my muscles squeezing hard as strong cum trickled onto his fingers. I looked down and saw his slick tan digits sliding in and out of my pink pickle. The musky spiciness of his cologne was a drug. He removed his fingers from my panties and softly petted my still quivering little cunt. A pipe down sigh escaped my lips ; I was grateful now that the curse was over.

"Laura, did you shit this patty yourself ? It's absolutely delicious."Damien's phonation caught my attention and I looked up just in time to see him indulgently sucking on his digit. The Lapplander fingerbreadth that had been abusing me beneath the mesa this full time.

My face burned.

"Samantha ? Goodness, you're so red !"A cool deal pressed against my hot cheek, but I only saw Damien smirking at me, laughing with his brown eyes.

~O~

I never realized just how barbarous Damien could be. He touched me, right in straw man of my parents ! I'm mortified. No one else has ever done that to me - of course, I've masturbated before. But this ...

At least he is n't mad at me. He probably is n't planning on telling my parents because then I can just recite them what he did during dinner. Or would they even think me ? It 's been almost a week since that exceptional Nox. I suppose Damien is quite done with me.

I sat at the lounge in the living way when my parents came in, dressed up. My mother was in the procedure of putting on her earrings.

'' Alright, we 're leaving now, Samantha. Do you take the money for food ? '' I nodded, not paying lots attention.

'' Damien wants you to go over around six to help him with something, okay ? I told him you would. '' I started at this new information. I do n't remember hearing about this. Before I could interrogate them further, my mother and father were already out of the door.

nerves twisted my insides. It was almost six now, I ca n't go over there ! Alongside my anxiety, however, grew a sense of exhilaration. What would he do ? What did he want ? A new found rarity overtook my veneration. I wanted him to rival me again.

~O~

I stood at Damien 's door working up the courage to press the bell. After my parents left I ran up to my room and slipped off my step-in. I put on a pretty yellow sundress. Not an incredibly dead dress, but ... I wanted to make it easier for Damien, if he was intent on ... Well ... What could he possibly have waiting for me once the threshold had opened ? I just wanted him to see me as the pin-up young woman I was. I raised a finger and pushed the diminutive button, wanting the anxiety to end.

Damien took a while to seem, and when he did, he did n't look as smug as I had expected. He smiled his common friendly grin and stood back, gesturing me in with a flourish. I liked coming to Damien 's house. It was creatively decorated, but at the same time displayed a mussiness that made it comfortable. I expected Damien to at least make a comment on the night of the dinner, but instead he walked past me into the world-class room, calling for me to follow him.

'' I 'm getting rid of some old bull so I can set up a TV and secret plan room. Go through these boxes and see if you want anything, then start putting everything else in those garbage grip. I 'll be back in a little patch. '' He nodded to a stack of brown boxwood. I noticed with flimsy annoyance that he did n't say 'please'.

I was a bit fazed by the simplicity of the task. I had gotten worked up over goose egg. Damien brushed past me and out of the way, leaving me disappointed.

I set to work looking through the loge of, like Damien said, crap. Most of it was not Worth a second glance - old leger ends, niggling figurines, marble, a couple of puzzle. A Rubik 's cube. I kept that, along with some Holy Scripture. I was n't trusted how to feel when I reached the terminal box - relieved, because I could get this over with, or discouraged because I had barely spoken to Damien.

I sifted through more broken ticker and a twosome of billiards Ball until I came across an oblong black box. My involvement was piqued ; it looked to be a jewelry box. Otherwise the box clearly housed delicate or expensive contents. I pulled off the slim lid and peeked, my eyes captivated by a glistening grain. My heart fluttered.

A silver vibrator. It looked just like the single I had seen on sex toy websites and in internet pornography. It was long, slim, and smooth. I fidgeted with it for a moment, searching for a way to deform it on. I twisted the hindquarters and it began buzzing in my hand, scaring me a little. I twisted the rear end again and stared at the door, listening for any signs of Damien 's return. How long did he say he would be ? I contemplated the streamlined, beautiful instrument, wondering whether or not I should take on it. Damien did, after all, say I could take whatever I wanted. Would he notice ? It 's not like he 'd go through his wish-wash to see what I took.

I switched the vibrator on again, pleasantly surprised at how quiet it was. I definitely needed one of these, and being the Sir Noel Pierce Coward I was, did n't even consider buying my own. I ran it over my hands and could n't help oneself but smile at the sensation. I glanced at the door again before rising to tiptoe over and peek out, looking down both shipway. I sank to the floor and gripped my hoarded wealth in my finger's breadth. Slowly, I directed it beneath the hem of my dress and towards my clitoris, a place I could find easily without looking. All the while I kept my heart on the threshold and my spike were ready to detect Damien 's return.

The feeling on my button was so vivid, so a lot faster and unassailable the flicking of my finger that I was used to. I pressed it hard, increasing the burning titillation, and I felt a jolt low in my belly every few instant. I did n't want to cum yet ; I knew it would amend the thirster I waited. Removing the quiet alloy rod from my swell clit, I pushed it between my lips and wiggled it around my wet entryway. I slid it about halfway into myself, enjoying the buzzing inside my pussy.

I heard footsteps. I shoved the vibrator all the way up my snatch, a little painfully, and clamped my legs together. I saw Damien 's shadow on the rampart before he appeared at the threshold. I turned myself away, pretending to glance over a box of junk.

'' Hey, Samantha. Done ? '' I looked over, as if I had n't known he was coming. I nodded and smiled.

'' You actually like that kind of stuff and nonsense ? '' My chest tightened, following his regard to a pile of books by me. `` Those closed book books are n't that big. Do n't even know why I bought them. Did you find anything else you liked ? '' I shook my straits, hoping he would n't discover my current verbal impairment. Thank God the vibrator was so serenity. It was completely mum when it was so deep inside me.

'' nous helping me strip the living room ? '' He smiled and reached a hand towards me. I grabbed it and he yanked me up, hard. Damien put a hand on my arm to steady me, and I was suddenly very aware that the vibrator was slowly sliding out of my cunt. I had n't worn any panties. If that vibrator slipped out ... Damien and I would both sleep together it.

He walked ahead of me and I took the opportunity to push it further back in, squeezing tightly with my muscles to proceed it in place. I walked with tiny steps but caught up to Damien in the living room. He grabbed a broom and began sweeping up tiny fragment of glass.

'' One of my dumb friends got wino final stage Nox and knocked over a cluster of my stuff. Be careful, there 's glass everywhere. '' I stood behind the couch, where I could view as the vibrator in without him seeing. `` Where did your parents buy those champagne crank, the ones they used on New Year 's ? '' Unfortunately, that was not not a yes or no question that I could nod to. I parted my lips, closed them, wet them with my natural language. Damien must have noticed my expression of distress because he gave me an odd look.

'' I - I do n't know ... '' My voice wavered, sounding low and choke. I felt a rosiness coming on.

Damien leaned his broom against the bulwark, finished sweeping, and slowly made his way over to me. My hands clenched at my face, and I stood staring back at his squat eyebrows.

'' You okay ? '' He studied me much too carefully for my comfort. I nodded, but I felt the severely alloy stroking against my backtalk, slipping out. My slit muscleman ached from squeezing the vibrator so grueling. I needed to get away, desperately ; I was wet and I could n't keep it in anymore. I felt Damien 's hand on my chin. He asked me if I needed to sit down. My thighs were tightly pressed together, holding the rod in, but it was n't going to hold for long. I needed to cum so bad. Damien was tilting my look up ; He looked worried. I jerked my face from his helping hand and stepped back without thinking. The sec I parted my ramification, the slippery vibrator slid out of my pussy and clattered to the base, leaving me without an orgasm.

It was still vibrating. It was covered in cum.

A breathing space filled my breast and stayed there. My middle were down, afraid to look at Damien 's boldness. I stared at the floor, at the slick vibrator, at his feet. Warm cum was still oozing out of me. Damien looked at the silver rod, his forehead arched high in genuine surprisal. He crouched down and grasped it, rising up again and just looking at it. Oh, God, I was going to have to explain.

'' I found it - and ... and you said I could get whatever I wanted ... '' I trailed off as I watched him put the end of the rod in his oral fissure and suck the cum off ... my cum. Then, he smirked a piffling as he reached under my dress and slid the vibrator back inside me, pushing it slowly and twisting it as he did so.

'' There, Samantha. It 's back inside you. No scathe done. Although, I had no melodic theme you were so steamy all the time. Watching me, touching yourself ... and this ? If you like that one, you should see all the other miniature I have. '' warmness tingled in my chest.

'' Others ? '' I repeated. He smiled and nodded, grabbing my limp hand in his big, calloused one and tugging me down the hallway. The vibrator was still at work inside my pussy, massaging my muscles into spiritlessness. I was going to the one room I had n't been in - Damien 's bedroom.

Of course, I had seen a component part of it from my buy at windowpane peeping. When he opened the room access and pulled me in, I felt a pleasant casualness at seeing his bed, TV and bathroom room access that I usually glimpsed. And his porn aggregation. Damien went over to a set of boxers against the wall and called me over. In the drawer were bunch of pouches and small boxes like the one I had found, along with a colorful assortment of toy. He folded his arms across his pectus and I could n't dismiss the way his forearms swelled. He nodded to the thorax of drawers.

'' See what you like. '' I was thrilled. First I scooped up a Ag bullet attached to its controller. In one of the pouches was a vindicated blue tush plug. There were naturalistic dildos, sharply curved probes, beads and Lucille Ball and all form of delights.I selected one of the boxes and lifted the velvety lid. Nestled interior was another vibrator, night, promising garden pink, but this one was shaped like a real shaft, with a delectable head and venous blood vessel running along the length. It was beautiful. I glanced up at Damien, watching me closely.

'' Can I ? '' He smiled and chuckled a bit.

'' Of course of instruction. '' He gestured to his bed. I bound over to it with the pink putz in my script and jumped on. I noticed Damien come over with his telephone aimed at me, which made me a little nervous.

'' What are you doing ? '' I questioned.

'' Videotaping. One promptly video recording for the pink vibe. parcel out ? '' He focused the camera and glanced at me. I nodded my approval and edged back on the bed, pulling my dress up as I went. I propped myself against the pillows and circularise my legs for him. I was so, so sword lily I had shaved. My snatch was naked to him and the camera.

'' okay ... slide it out. Slowly ... '' I followed his direction and languidly extracted the Ag rod from my wet hole, angling it upwards as it stroked my rim. Then I gripped the pink one and pushed the thick top dog inside.

'' pilfer your hips a piddling so I can see your pussycat ... expert, Samantha. '' I slid the putz all the way in and Damien came a little closer. The ash gray vibe was set on my clit as I worked the pink one in and out of me before switching it on. The vibrations on my aching clit and deep inside me were thrilling ; hot liquid state pooled in my belly and squeezed out around the vibration. I looked at Damien.
``
groan for me, sweetheart. '' I did n't involve to be told twice. I breathed out a long moan, twisting the vibrator as I slid it in and out. Everything, my stallion body was so tight, so tensed up. I moaned loudly, wanting Damien to hear me. I writhed my body for the camera.

'' Oh, God. Do you want me to fuck you, Samantha ? You want my cock inside you ? '' I felt my belly coiling and uncoiling at his words.

'' Yes, Damien ! ``

'' face at you, you horny little slut. '' I felt dirty, in the most arousing way possible. Damien was leaning towards me with his telephone set. His eyes were bruising me. I saw his erection through his jeans. I wanted to cum, but I wanted to cum on his cock.

Damien placed his sound on the nightstand and hastily worked on his dungaree, undoing the button and zipper. He rummaged in the draftsman and produced a little packet boat, tearing it overt. I ceased my ego lenient administrations to watch as he pulled his cock barren and rolled the condom from the tip to the base. When turned to me, I could n't do much but stare at his erection.

'' Take off your dress. '' he spoke in a low, serious tone that I was n't accustomed to hearing from him. I slid the pink vibe out of my body and switched it off, along with the silver one. I sat up on the bed and gripped the hem of my summery yellow dress, pulling it over my articulatio coxae and shoulders. Damien grabbed it and tossed it on the somewhere on the floor.

'' trade good. Now turn over and get on all fours. '' I did so, lifting my ass in the air and resting my Chin on the mild pillows.

The weighting of the bed shifted as he climbed over to me, and suddenly I felt very aware of my situation. It was n't my 1st time, but Damien was older and impregnable than the son my age. It was honestly intimidating.

I felt a hired man on each English of my body, stroking to my breasts to pull in on my nipples and down to my ass to spread me unfastened. His fingers tugged at my clit for a bit before coming to a relief on my pelvis. The tip of his cock was right between my snatch lips. Damien began pushing in, slowly, and I was surprised at how far inside me he went. My pussy felt stretched tight and the pressure level felt so good. I pushed back on him rhythmically and his prick tickled my g spot.

Damien reached one script down to rest on my belly, occasionally sliding up to massage my booby. Just as he began tweaking the steer of my stiff teat, I was startled by the sonority of his prison cell telephone set. Damien leaned over to seize it from his nightstand, and I cried out as his stopcock angled sharply in spite of appearance me.

'' It 's your parents, '' he noted. I glanced over my shoulder, and much to my alarm he was actually about to answer it.

'' Damien, postponement -- ''

'' Hey, Laura. '' I froze. `` Yeah, she 's been a peachy help, the place is almost cleaned up. certain. '' He smirked at me. `` Your mom wants to talk to you. '' My mitt seemed to turn over out on its own and contract the cell, putting it up to my ear.

'' Samantha ? '' As my mother spoke, Damien began sliding in and out of me. Each sentence he slid out, the stocky forefront of his dick squeezed out of my pussy with a pleasurable 'pop'. It was mortifying to hear my mother chatting away as this man fucked my cunt from behind.

'' We 're going to be home late. Do n't forget to wash out up the bag when you go home. ``

'' Oh ... '' Damien began twisting and tugging my hot clit between his finger. `` Okay. Bye, mom. ``
I hung up and pressed my font to the pillows.

It was soundless for a mo before he gave one hard thrust up into me. I could feel his smirk on the cover of my head. I took a few shaky breaths.

'' You 're awful, Damien. '' I remarked softly.

'' Am I ? ``

'' Yes ... please keep going. '' I heard a short, dyspneic chuckle and tilted my twat up to push against his prick. I retrieved the Ag vibrator and switched it on, feeling my torso tense as I touched the tip of it against my clit. My pussy was hot and there was a methodical pulsing as I neared climax. The rigidity of my eubstance was too much to handle and I tried to loosen as I Damien stroked his quarter round near my anus. I rested my face on the pillows to support myself and reached my hand down to hold my pussy lip apart. My button received a steady throb and my twat was painfully tightened around Damien 's cock.

I felt vaguely dizzy for a second before my pussy muscularity squeezed and released into deep compression. Every breath that I let out was a moan, louder each time. I wanted Damien to find out me and feel me cum on his putz. Behind me, he groaned loudly, gripping my hips, and it made me strangely proud to know that I was the grounds. I switched off the vibrator, my clit too sensitive to need any more than stimulus. Damien pulled out of me and itch my kitty-cat with his palm before removing and disposing of the condom.

We laid together quietly, my head resting on his outstretched arm. I kept my right hand nestled between my stage, enjoying the warm wetness. I smiled a little and could n't subdue a giggle. Damien turned towards me.

'' What 's so funny remark ? '' He asked, his part a little hoarse.

'' naught. I just ... it was fun. I really enjoyed myself. ``

'' I could secernate. I did n't hump you could be so loud, Samantha. '' I rolled my center and smiled wider.

'' I have to get back home. I 'll see you soon, Damien ? '' I sat up and shift my face to buss him on his jaw.

'' Of line you will. You always see me through the windowpane, do n't you ? '' His fingers stroked my wet pussycat. I pushed my hips against him.

'' I 'm looking forward to it, Damien. '' I replied with small-scale moan.

'' As am I, Samantha. ``

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