“When was the first time you touched yourself, thinking of me?” he asked, the words rolling off his tongue in a low, guttural growl.
“When you were on a business trip,” she admitted, her voice a soft whisper, the memory still fresh in her mind.

“When was the first time you touched yourself, thinking of me?” he asked, the words rolling off his tongue in a low, guttural growl.
“When you were on a business trip,” she admitted, her voice a soft whisper, the memory still fresh in her mind.
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