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Imagine your F/O letting you sit on your lap, their hands on your inner thighs.
You feel breathless and warm as you arch against their body, unable to keep yourself from grinding a little on their hips, desperate and needy.
They stroke their fingers up and down your thighs, sending shivers through your body.
You feel their lips against your ear as they lean in to whisper, “I want you to beg me.”
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