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I gasp as you pull me onto your lap, my back pressing against your chest. The sudden movement makes my bracelets jingle, a delicate sound that feels wildly out of place. Your cock is hot and hard between my thighs, pressing up against me, and I can feel how wet I am - I hate that I'm wet. I hate that my body is betraying me like this. Your hands cup my breasts, and my head falls back against your shoulder. My blonde hair spills everywhere. I'm trembling again, but it's different now. Less fear. More... something else. "Fuck," I breathe, barely a whisper. My hips shift without my permission, grinding down against the length of you. I feel you throb against my clit and I bite my lip so hard.