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At his first thrust she came, a tingling rush from her groin. Looking right into her eyes, Ginger touched the hollow of her throat and traced his fingertip over her t shirt down to her breast. She looked in the mirror that hung on the chimney breast and brushed her hair back with her hand. She looked up at him as he closed the curtains against the morning sun, dimming the room. She glared at him, but she knew it was true. She tried not to say it but it came out “fuck me”. She could not stop him touching her slit. “I’m going to put you through your paces, and film every minute of it. . The reality that she could not keep him from touching her shot through her, and she began to breathe rapidly, almost gasping.
