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I spent another hour or so in Kathryn’s office, holding her and planning for the baby, before making my way over to the faculty and my first class for the day – Deep Space Tactics and Survival. The morning passed quickly and mid-afternoon, during my lunch break, I headed to the market to get the ingredients for tonight’s dinner. A sickening feeling over-whelmed me as I examined a selection of fresh vegetables. I feel as though I’m cheating on Kathryn by cooking a meal and spending time with Seven. Spirits, I have it bad. My last class finishes early and I head back to my office to pick up the groceries. As I enter, I notice the consol flashing. Somebody has left an audio/visual message. My heartbeat accelerates as I wonder if it’s Tom. With trembling fingers, I activate it. Seven’s unsmiling face greets me. “Hello, Chakotay. I am afraid I will be unable to keep our date later …” Date? It’s a dinner between husband and wife! Her eyes flick away from the screen as she continues. “I am needed at the restaurant; Carla is unwell and cannot take my duty shift.” She pauses for a moment then stares straight at the monitor. “I am sorry. I will make it up to you.” The image shuts off. I slump into my chair and glance at the grocery neatly staked behind my desk. What exactly am I going to do with all this food? An idea pops into my head and I swiftly act on it, before I have second thoughts. “Twice in one day? You’re spoiling me!” Kathryn answers with a grin. Her smile warms me like the Arizona sun on my bare skin. “Are you free this evening?” She throws her head back and chuckles. “Chakotay, I’m always free! Perhaps the question should be, are you?” “Well, it appears I’ve been stood up. I was meant to be cooking dinner tonight, but Seven’s got to work. So I was wondering …” Her smile tightens. “I see. Let me get this straight. You’ve got spare food and a few spare hours and so you called me?” I’d better think fast and give her a counter argument before she terminates the connection. “Don’t look so serious, Chakotay, I’m joking. I’d love to spend the evening with you – especially if you’re going to cook me dinner.” I breathe a sigh of relief and flash her a dimpled smile. “What time shall I come over?” “Well, I’m about done here, so if you’re feeling daring you could stop by my office and then come home with me?” “I’ll see you in ten minutes.” “Okay, Kathryn out.” I sign off and hurriedly tidy my desk, selecting a few PADDS to browse through over the weekend and putting the rest into my top drawer. They can wait till Monday. Grabbing the groceries, I take a quick look around before instructing the computer to shut off the lights as I leave. The campus is quiet, most of the students head home for the weekends and the few that stay behind usually head out to the latest ‘in’ bars. I actually like the peacefulness of Friday evenings, enjoy walking through Boothby’s immaculate grounds, taking the time to admire his precious roses. Pausing by an over-laden bush, I rebelliously pick Kathryn one of Boothby’s prized stems. It’s a seductively deep red bloom and I hide it amongst the peppers and beans in the brown paper bag I’m carrying then continue my walk with a whistle. Kathryn’s outer office is empty when I enter; obviously Jacob has already left for the weekend. The connecting door is open and the light spews out across the Starfleet issue grey carpeting. “Kathryn?” “Be right with you.” She hurries out, ordering lights off, and greets me with a quick kiss before sealing her office with her security code. “Let’s go!” I pull the rose out. “For you.” Her face melts into a gooey smile. “Thank you.” She takes it and softly inhales the fragrance. “It’s beautiful. Do I want to know how you got this?” My hand touches her back, guiding her out into the corridor. “Probably best not to ask,” I wink. “Then I won’t!” she retorts, batting me with the stolen rose. We take the elevator up to the eleventh floor, where Starfleet has an exclusive, Admiral-only transporter pad. “Perk of the job,” Kathryn shrugs leading me inside the auto-manned room. “Computer, transport me and Captain Chakotay to my home co-ordinates. Authorisation, Janeway Pi 110.” “Wasn’t that the code for Voyager’s self destruct sequence?” She peers up at me and smiles her lopsided smile. “I’m sentimental.” We’re still chuckling as we rematerialize in her study. “Right, I’m going to change into something less formal, while you start on dinner!” I wiggle my eyebrows suggestively. “Less formal, huh?” “Get out of the gutter and into the kitchen. I need feeding, after all, I am eating for two now!” Kathryn heads for her bedroom whilst I dutifully report to the kitchen. I’m busy peeling and chopping the vegetables when she reappears. “What are we having?” she asks, uncorking a bottle of Chardonnay and pouring two glasses. I look up and pause before answering. “Vegetable chilli.” She pulls a face at my staring. “One glass, Chakotay, promise!” I chuckle and resume chopping. “What’s so funny?” she demands, stealing a mushroom. “It wasn’t the wine I was objecting to.” “Oh?” I know without looking that her brow is furrowed. “It’s your outfit. I was hoping for naked, but I’d have settled for sexy and slinky.” She peers down at herself, dressed in old sloppy Academy sweats. “I’ve had these years!” “Perhaps you should spend some of your back pay on a new set!” “Nonsense, these are perfectly fine,” she retorts, leaning over the worktop and grabbing another mushroom. The ragged neckline gapes, exposing two pale, creamy breasts. “I think the t-shirt’s growing on me.” It takes her a moment to realise what I mean. “That’s not the only thing growing on you!” she drawls, eyeing the bulge in my pants. “How hungry are you?” I ask. “Famished,” she answers, straightening up and laughing at my groan of disappointment. “Feed me first and then I’ll let you ravish me all you want.” Her breathy promise caresses my face and I grab her for a quick passionate kiss. My tongue dances around hers, exploring the warmth of her mouth as surely as my palm explores the warm flesh of her left breast. I keep my touch light and am rewarded when she moans and presses closer, rubbing her belly against my hardening erection. “Are you sure you want to eat first?” I whisper, nibbling along her jaw and launching an all-out assault on the sensitive area below her ear. “Oh, God, you do play dirty,” she gasps, tilting her head in a silent invitation. I’m devouring her neck with hungry, open-mouthed kisses and have bunched the ugly t-shirt up over her breasts. “Lift your arms,” I urge, wanting to remove it completely. Her arms shift, but instead of raising them in the air, she moves to cover my roaming hands, stilling them. “Dinner then ravishing, remember?” she breathes. My head drops onto her shoulder. “Kathryn …” I’m panting and rock hard. Holding her wrist, I guide her palm onto my cock. “I need you …” She gives it a brief squeeze, making me groan. “I promise you it’ll be worth the wait.” “I’m not sure I can!” Kathryn steps away and tugs her t-shirt lower to cover her breasts. “We could share a bath later …” I’m staring at her concealed chest and trying desperately to get my breathing and raging hardon under control. “Would you like that?” Picking up the knife I try to concentrate on making dinner, aware of how loudly I’m chopping the onions. “Chakotay?” her palm burns my shoulder. “Are you sulking?” “No,” I lie, throwing the ingredients into the pan. Her eyes focus on my face. “I’m sorry you feel rejected, but I really am hungry and you were the one earlier worrying about my eating habits.” I exhale noisily and turn to meet her gaze. “I know, but I wanted you so badly it physically hurt and, frankly, dinner was the last thing on my mind.” “I could help you with that,” she whispers, eyeing me uncertainly as her hands move to the fastener on my pants. I know exactly what she’s offering and believe me it’s extremely tempting. Her fingers work the zipper lower. Spirits, it would be so easy to let her sink to her knees and pleasure me. “Kathryn, stop … its okay. I can wait.” Who the fuck said that? “Are you sure? I don’t mind …” I fasten my fly and give her a gentle, sweet kiss. “Thank you, but I can wait.” “Hurry up with that dinner!” I chuckle and adjust my pants. “This will feel like our old meals on Voyager …” “How so?” “I used to sit there trying to eat and make small talk, whilst using the cover of the table to hide an enormous erection! That’s the real reason I’d always want ice-cream and coffee – I needed the extra time to compose myself before standing!” A delightful blush covers her cheeks. “It’s a wonder your monster didn’t upend the table and make his presence known!” “Flatterer!” “Donkey!” Her quick retort makes me laugh. The first time Kathryn saw me naked and hard her mouth had dropped open in shock. ‘That’s never going to fit!’ she stammered. “You’re good for my ego, Kathryn!” “I’ve never lied to you.” I steal a quick kiss. “Could you prepare the salad?” Kathryn nods then reaches into the grocery bag for the salad items. “At least I can’t burn this!” Slicing a tomato she says, “I had a very special visitor today.” “Oh?” “Owen Paris called by my office with Miral, apparently he was looking after her for a couple of hours whilst Tom took care of some business. Oh, Chakotay, have you seen her lately? She’s such a beautiful little girl and growing so quickly! Owen’s totally besotted with her. Miral has him completely wrapped around her little finger!” Did Tom use Miral to lure Admiral Paris away from his high-clearance consol? “Kathryn, you’re meant to be slicing those tomatoes not shredding them!” She turns, hand on hip, knife waving. “You know I could just sit down and watch you do everything on your own!” I cross my fingers. “I can only hope!” “Sometimes I wonder why I love you,” she pouts. We continue preparing dinner, bantering easily and I realise this is how it should always be, us living together. For a moment I’m tempted to tell Kathryn about my doubts regarding Seven, tell her how we’ll soon be together permanently, but I reconsider. Speaking of Seven will only spoil the mood. “Mmmm, that smells delicious,” she enthuses. “Here, try some.” I offer her a spoonful of chilli and watch intently as her lips close around it. “Tastes wonderful,” she purrs, eyes closing in delight. Everything about Kathryn is so sensual. “Do you have any idea how sexy you are?” She smiles up at me. “I can assure you it’s the company.” Her mouth brushes mine. “Hmmm, that does taste good,” I retort, licking the sauce from her lips. “I think we’d better eat.” Kathryn takes the salad bowl over to the table whilst I load the plates and bring them over. “Good God! I’ll never eat all that!” she exclaims, noticing the full plate I’ve given her. “You’re eating for two, remember?” I say, sitting opposite her and taking a sip of the wine. “Exactly! I’m eating for two, not three, Chakotay!” “I just want to see you fat and round.” “Thanks,” she deadpans. “I’m sure I’ll feel huge and considerably unattractive soon enough!” “You’ll be even more beautiful than you are now.” “Flatterer!” “Gorgeous!” “You’re good for my ego too, Chakotay. Now let’s eat.” * * * * “Chakotay, are you coming?” I turn from tidying the kitchen and find Kathryn leaning against the bathroom door, wearing a short silky robe. “The bath’s ready, all hot and steamy and just waiting for us.” This will be a new experience. We’ve never shared a bath before. During our illicit weekend here, we only managed to share the shower. I approach, eyeing her hungrily. “Are you planning to keep this on?” I innocently ask, peeling the edges of her robe away. “Not at all,” she answers, walking backwards and letting the robe fall from her shoulders. “You’re incredible,” I rasp, watching as she steps into the tub and sinks into the bubbles. “Are you just going to stand there staring or are you going to join me?” My fingers feel numb as I try to remove my clothing, whilst simultaneously being mesmerized by the sight of Kathryn sponging her shoulders and upper chest. “Shame we’re not on Voyager,” she smiles. “I could’ve had you beamed out of those clothes!” I grin and quickly toss my shirt and pants to the floor, tripping up in my haste to throw off my boots, much to Kathryn’s delight. “Okay, I was hoping for a little more style …” “Just get in!” She shuffles forward, allowing me to ease in behind her then leans back, drawing my arms around her. “Much nicer.” I take the sponge and begin swirling it over her arms and chest. “I’ve wanted to do this since New Earth,” I whisper. A suddy arm coils around my neck and draws my mouth to hers for an achingly tender kiss. “I wish I’d kept that tub.” “I’ll make you another one day.” “I’ll hold you to that,” she gasps, rising out of the bubbles as I languidly soap her breasts. “Too much?” I ask. Her palm covers mine, encouraging my soapy caress. “No, that feels wonderful …” I sweep her hair to the side and nibble along her collarbone, whispering how sexy she is, how badly she turns me on and all the naughty things I want to do to her. “Oh, yes …” My free hand wanders lower, softly stroking the flesh of her inner thighs and tracing invisible patterns. “Kathryn?” “Hmmm?” she’s biting her lip and writhing her buttocks against my stiffening cock. “I want you to show me how you pleasured yourself last night,” I say, taking her hand and placing it between her thighs. “Show me.” Her fingers move, running up and down the length of her sex. “Does that feel good?” “It feels better when you do it for me,” she breathes. I kiss and suckle her earlobe. “I want you to make yourself come …” Her fingers begin moving in a circular motion and her hips grind harder, exquisitely massaging my cock between her spread cheeks. “You make me so hard …” She grabs my neck and pulls me in for a passionate kiss, fucking my mouth with her hot, darting tongue and moaning as her fingers torment her aching clit. I abandon the sponge and use my hands, cupping and fondling her creamy breasts, loving the way they bob with her every movement. I tell her, in hot, crude whispers how I’m going to lick her pussy later, hold her to my greedy mouth until she’s crying and begging … telling her how sweet she tastes … Her hand is moving faster and her tits are jiggling and splashing with every ragged breath. She’s arching and whimpering, murmuring my name and begging for my fingers to join hers. “Please, Chakotay … I’m so close …” I ignore her pleads and continue kneading her breasts. “Show me, Kathryn … show me how you come alone … fuck yourself for me …” Her body tenses, violently jack-knifing up out of the water, every muscle strained, legs taut, feet pushing against the walls of the tub. My name is huskily torn from her throat and I answer her, laving the spot beneath her ear with noisy, wet kisses. I tell her she’s beautiful, over and over, repeating it like a mantra as her body spasms then finally stills. “Oh, my …” “That was incredible, Kathryn. I love watching you do that.” “I aim to please,” she pants. “Although it’s a terrible sacrifice …” I chuckle and kiss the side of her face. “Yes, I’m wicked aren’t I? Forcing you to have an orgasm …” “Awful man!” I sweep my hands over her chest and belly, covering her breasts and pubic area with bubbles and then watching as they disappear, revealing her once more. “Having fun?” she asks, eyeing me lazily. I shape a white, foamy peak over her right breast. “Yes, thank you.” “Come on,” she stands suddenly and holds out a hand. “I think I promised you a little fun of your own.” “You won’t hear any arguments from me!” She steps out and puts on a show of towelling off the bubbles and patting her breasts dry. I stand, with a jutting hardon the size of a photon torpedo! “Hmmm, looks like someone here is demanding attention,” she purrs, gently towelling my cock and balls. “He wants you.” Kathryn gives me a heated look. “I want him too.” Forgetting about the remaining suds and water, I allow her to lead me into the bedroom. “Sit,” she commands and for one moment Voyager’s Captain is back. I obey, not resisting her as she pushes me to lay propped up against the pillows. “Let me love you,” she whispers, straddling my body and placing hot, open mouthed kisses over my face and throat. “I’m all yours,” I groan, lightly caressing her thighs. “For now …” Her lips blaze a trail across my chest, covering every inch, taking time to lick and torment my nipples. “I love you,” she whispers, wrapping a small palm around my erection. I throb and swell further as she moves her hand up and down my shaft. “Spirits, Kathryn,” I rasp, loving the tortuous, heady effect of her jerking me off. “I’ve been thinking about this,” she breaths, slithering lower. I stroke her face and hair and murmur her name. “Tell me what you want,” she drawls, her mouth hovering over my cock. “I want you to suck it.” “Like this?” She lowers her head and completely engulfs me, sucking enthusiastically. “Oh, fuck …” My eyes roll closed as I surrender to the sensation of her deep-throating me. “That feels incredible …” Kathryn pulls back a little and bathes the tip of my cock with her tongue, tilting her head so she can peer up at me, because she knows how badly that turns me on. She just looks so damn sexy with her lips wrapped around my prick. I tell her how good it feels and she gives me a saucy wink before swallowing my length and slurping noisily. I tangle my fingers in her hair, as her head bobs furiously up and down, driving me closer to the edge. “Kathryn … you’ve got to stop …” “Why?” she mumbles and the vibrations make me groan. “Because I’m getting too close …” Her palm massages my tightening balls. “Lay back and enjoy this … I certainly am!” She flashes me another wink and continues with her noisy, determined sucking. I grit my teeth and tighten my hold of her hair, fighting the urge to grab her face and fuck it hard. “Don’t stop.” She’s murmuring non-stop, as she skilfully works my cock over with her tongue, lips and teeth. Spirits, my cock’s aching, I need to come so badly … “I’m so fucking close.” “I know, darling,” she whispers. “I want you to come in my mouth …” My cock’s on fire, pulsing and swelling in the warmth of her talented mouth and I can’t hold back … I tug a warning on her hair and she back off a little, just in time to catch the first globule of spunk. I grunt and groan as I spill my release onto her eager tongue, pumping her mouth full as I come long and hard. She milks me dry, swallowing every drop, before giving the head a tender kiss and sitting up with a smile. “Mmmm, I wonder if you enjoyed that as much as I did?” I gaze at her through heavy lids. “I’ll let you know when I’m able to breathe again! You blow me away, Kathryn! Literally!” She laughs and settles against my chest. “I aim to please.” “Believe me, you sure do! Just give me a minute and I’ll return the favour.” She moves to sit up. “I’ll go rinse my mouth out …” “Kathryn, if you don’t like the taste …” Her face glows with embarrassment. “You know its not that … I love the taste of you …” “Are we back to the kissing thing again? I thought we’d settled this!” “I know … I know … but I can’t help it.” She’s avoiding eye contact. I cup her face and force her to look at me. “Kathryn, I don’t care what you’ve been told in the past, not everyman is disgusted by the thought of kissing his partner after she’s sucked him off!” And to prove my point I kiss her deeply. She resists at first, trying to squirm away, but I persevere, using every trick I know, until she responds and hungrily kisses me back. My hands start wandering down her body, touching all the secret places that bring her pleasure. Pressing Kathryn onto her back, I slide over her, keeping our mouths locked, my tongue wrapping around hers. Breaking the kiss, we both watch in fascination as my dark hands move over her pale flesh. “I love the contrast of my hands on you,” I rasp. She arches into my touch. “I love your hands on me – period!” I lightly tease her breasts, being careful not to hurt the sensitive nipples, and am delighted when they respond to me; two tight little knots that are just begging to be sucked. I nibble and kiss my way lower until I’m able to take a hard peak into my mouth, gently sucking till it becomes plump and slick. Kathryn moans and tangles her fingers in my short hair. “Oh, that feels good …” Using my lips, I draw her breast higher, stretching the rosy areole before letting her nipple escape with a wet ‘pop’. I watch as her tit settles back with a jiggle and torment it further – blowing coolly over the glistening peak until it puckers rigidly. An image enters my mind; of a chubby baby suckling contentedly, podgy hands padding impatiently, the air sweetened with her milky gurgles … “There is another one,” Kathryn says, peering down and gesturing with a heated smile to the other breast. “My apologies, Admiral,” I whisper then make her laugh as I voraciously gobble the neglected mound. “Crazy man,” she chuckles, the sound turning into a groan as I whirl my tongue over and around every delicious freckled inch. “Oh, I take that back! You’re good, very good!” I give her a cheeky wink and continue my feasting, squeezing both breasts together and simultaneously torturing the nipples with broad flicks of my tongue. She’s squirming and moaning. “Please …” I barely lift my lips from her rock hard peaks. “Tell me what you want.” Her tiny hands push insistently at my head. “Your mouth … there …” I kiss her tummy. “Here?” Kathryn’s breathing hitches in disappointment. “No.” I crawl lower, settling on my knees between her open thighs. I eye her sex hungrily and brush her downy curls with my fingers. “Here?” “Yes!” It’s just a whimper. My fingers dip and roam, parting her to my lustful gaze and I can see how slick and aroused she is. “Do you want me to lick you?” My directness makes her gasp. “Yes!” I bend closer, inhaling her scent. “Do you want my tongue to fuck you?” “Yes! Oh, God, yes!” she moans, raising her hips and pushing her pubic area nearer my face. “Please …” I contemplate tormenting her further, but I don’t think either of us could stand it, so instead I lower my head and subject her moist folds to a thorough tasting. “Oh … yes!” I groan in appreciation as her hot, sweet juices coat my tongue. “You taste so good …” Her fingers clench in my hair, holding me to her demanding sex. “Don’t stop … please don’t stop …” “I’m going to make you come,” I promise, grinding my lips into her and thrusting my tongue inside. My thumb covers her clit, circling gently. “More … harder …” My tongue darts in and out, lapping and teasing, and, although this drives her wild, I know she needs more than a tongue fuck to orgasm. She’s panting and writhing, roughly massaging her breasts as she begs for release. Withdrawing my tongue from her depths I take a moment to look at her. I love seeing her like this, body arched, teeth biting her lower lip, face creased in agonised concentration, hands grasping her perfect tits, legs shamelessly spread … “Chakotay … please …” I wrap my lips around her clit and suck eagerly, whilst thrusting two fingers inside her. The result is instantaneous, as Kathryn’s hips buck frantically and her husky cries pierce the air. Ignoring the pain in my scalp from her painted nails, I drive her onwards, forcing another climax upon her before she pulls my head away. “Too much,” she croaks, slumping into the pillows and breathing raggedly. I kiss my way back up her delectable body, soothing her angry-looking nipples with soft flicks of my tongue. “Looks like you were a little rough with them,” I comment. Kathryn peers down ruefully. “They’ll be sore tomorrow.” “Poor baby,” I murmur, nibbling my way up to her neck. “I think you’ve worn me out,” she tells me, as I settle between her thighs. “Don’t worry, I’ll do all the work,” I wink. “Just lay back and enjoy.” My cock slides easily into her wet heat and I slowly push deeper, until my balls are pressing against her butt. I love the moment of penetration, the feel of my cock entering her, her slick walls encasing me … She whimpers and draws her legs up, wrapping them around my waist, and I feel my prick slip a little further. “Fuck me,” she urges. “Is that an order?” “Does it have to be?” I look down into her eyes. “No.” Her arms cross behind my neck, drawing me down for a long, sloppy kiss, as I pulse inside her. I draw simultaneously from her mouth and sex, making her groan, then slide back, filling her with my tongue and cock. Her walls clench around me, massaging my shaft. “Stop that or this will be over before it’s begun,” I warn. Kathryn smiles saucily. “I’ll be good …” “You’re always good,” I whisper, moving slowly in and out of her welcoming heat. “We’re good,” she breathes, kissing me. I’m thankful for my earlier release because I want to make this last, want to force her tiny body to climax repeatedly around my pistoning cock. I roll us, so that she’s straddling me. “I thought you were going to do all the work.” “I like the view,” I say, reaching out to cup her swaying breasts. Kathryn rolls her hips, gasping as the tip of my cock hits her g-spot. “I … er … oh, God … Mmmm, yeah, just go easy with them …” My palms gently fondle her. “Trust me.” “Always …” “Is that a request?” Her rocking motion halts as she dips her head and chuckles. “No. It’s an order, Commander.” “Commander, Kathryn? Demoting me?” “I don’t see your pips right now.” I lightly pinch her pointy nipples. “No, but I can see yours!” I give a disappointed grunt as she climbs off. “Kathryn?” She shuffles onto her hands and knees and looks at me from over her shoulder. “What are you waiting for, an invitation?” I give her a lusty grin and rise up onto my knees, settling behind her. “Feeling naughty?” Kathryn once told me that, in the past, this position used to make her feel dirty and cheap. “Yes,” she smirks. “I want you to do me hard, Chakotay. Hard and fast. Make me come …” Spirits, as if I could ignore that! I slam into her, feeling my balls slap against her ass, over and over as I pound ruthlessly. Her hand reaches back to grasp my hip, holding me to her. “Oh, yes … harder … take me harder …” My hands are like fevered animals, pawing and clutching at her, yanking her hair, spanking her buttocks, spurred on by her cries and moans. Reaching underneath, I grab a jiggling tit and pinch the distended nipple. “Kathryn … spirits, Kathryn …” I grunt, thrusting wildly. “Oh, God, I’m so close,” she gasps, releasing my hip and slipping her fingers down to where we are joined. My palms are now on her ass, my fingers digging into her buttocks and I squeeze and part them. “Yes … yes …” I lick my index finger, bathing it thoroughly with my saliva, and ease it inside her anus. She groans and pushes back, fucking both my finger and my cock. I watch her body swallowing my digit and prick and remember the few times we’ve experimented with anal sex, each time ending in disaster as my ‘monster’ tried to painfully penetrate her. It’s been the only time I’ve ever wished for a smaller cock. Since then, we’ve settled for using fingers – and occasionally my tongue. I wiggle my finger, pressing the thin membrane that separates it from my cock and we both whimper at the sensation. “Oh … God … oh, God, I’m going to come,” she cries, jerking uncontrollably. Her internal muscles are pulsing around me and I know I can’t hold back. Giving one more, hard, deep thrust, I come, pumping her full of my hot, spurting ejaculate and whimpering as her inner walls grip me in an iron grasp. We slump bonelessly onto the sheets. “I’m fucked!” I pant. “Well and truly,” she breathlessly retorts. Click here for part 3 |
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