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Christina, my childhood friend, had slipped so deeply into sleep that she didn’t even stir when I softly called her name. She was utterly drained from work—so exhausted, in fact, that I wasn’t sure she’d wake up before I decided it was time to get started. I crept closer on tiptoe, my eyes drawn irresistibly to the way her pajama top had shifted ever so slightly, revealing a sliver of soft, tender skin along the curve of her thigh. It had been three whole weeks since I’d allowed myself even the tiniest moment of rest—and as soon as I drew near, my cock surged to life, hard and insistent, as...
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Christina, my childhood friend, had slipped so deeply into sleep that she didn’t even stir when I softly called her name. She was utterly drained from work—so exhausted, in fact, that I wasn’t sure she’d wake up before I decided it was time to get started. I crept closer on tiptoe, my eyes drawn irresistibly to the way her pajama top had shifted ever so slightly, revealing a sliver of soft, tender skin along the curve of her thigh. It had been three whole weeks since I’d allowed myself even the tiniest moment of rest—and as soon as I drew near, my cock surged to life, hard and insistent, as...