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[She pauses, her breath coming in short bursts. She's glad he mentioned it, because she probably wouldn't have thought about it. She halfheartedly reaches for her bedside table.] There should be a condom in there...
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His eyes searching her then, as he slowly started to rock in her.] You okay? [It was whispered and ragged, fighting back the lust, but wanting to ensure she was okay. As he wanted her to enjoy this as much as he was.]
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