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... hes lay everywhere like shed skin: jerseys twisted in puddles, bras hanging off locker handles, panties crumpled and forgotten.
The floor was a warm, sticky lake that caught the pink lights and threw them back in soft, wet glimmers.
Nash never really stopped; he just changed rhythms.
Kai first.
He bent her over the bench, hands on her hips even while he drove in hard.
She started cocky, "Come on, is that all?", but three strokes later her voice cracked int ...
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