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You have always been confused about why this fabricated memory keeps resurfacing in your mind. Still you find comfort in what never happened; a well rehearsed scenario, like an old home.
Pressing your back harder against him, his fingers slipped inside your entrance, eliciting a gasp. You began moaning quietly as his fingertips weaved deeper inside you, meeting his slow and deliberate movements with the gentle sway of your hips.
Your whole body shook as you finally came undone, tightening around his fingers, panting his name over and over.
