[She raises her hips up, just a little. She's already wet for him, and it's been too long. He is like a drug, a liquor that her body craves, needy and desperate.
She whimpers at the way just his hand feels. She thinks this will be a very short encounter, but she doesn't care.]
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[She raises her hips up, just a little. She's already wet for him, and it's been too long. He is like a drug, a liquor that her body craves, needy and desperate.
She whimpers at the way just his hand feels. She thinks this will be a very short encounter, but she doesn't care.]
Please, George, my husband, please.