[Clive grinds his hips against hers, his cock a rock hard stripe against the thin fabric of her nightgown. It’s as second nature as his mouth working hers, hot and veering sloppy, both hands still clutching her cheeks. She does want him, and he can finally be sure of it, and that makes him free to do whatever he wants. He wedges his thigh between hers, lifting her right onto the balls of her feet so she has no choice but to grind on him.]
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