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“So….’Mila’? After rubbing herself to a second orgasm, she almost fell down on top of me and lay on me looking down at my face, her hair a curtain around our heads, out breasts squashed together, her throbbing vulva pressed against mine. “I took a fortnight off work to check up on you,” she said. “At that?”
“Not that,” Mila said, her lips curling in a smile of amusement as her free hand circled her nipples. “She said you took great care of her,” Mila said, completely untruthfully. As she picked up the pace of her thrusts, I watched her face flush and her eyes slowly close to slits as her mouth opened into a red O. “Tell me if I hurt you,” she said when she came to my right shoulder joint, the one that had been dislocated.
