[She sincerely hopes that he leaves fingertip-shaped bruises along her back, hopes she’ll be left with a physical reminder of this night for a few days. She moans, her pace picking up a little, mouth pressing warm, open-mouthed kisses to his collarbone and neck.]
No—never. Let me—let me hear you, Stanley. Don’t hold back.
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No—never. Let me—let me hear you, Stanley. Don’t hold back.