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He had no right to chastise her for it. At the first store she could not shake the assumption that the employee helping her change was eyeing her oddly. He reached under the desk and grabbed to fists of her hair and pulled her forward onto his cock. Instead, he was the one fucking her. He rolled her over onto her side and left her like that as he dressed himself. She turned around and looked up at him expectantly. We’d just be uncle a niece again.”
“We still are,” she reminded him. Ashton held her tightly as she vibrated against him. He bit down on the areola as hard as he could. She felt like a walking cum popsicle. She both hated and loved the label. He swept her hair out of her face before undoing his belt.