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There were soft clicking sounds while he spun the numbers on the lock and when the latch released.
The sounds of Christmas music. I thought I was dreaming again, just like last year.
He stepped away, giving me space, and I cleared my throat.
You were a rebound fuck, Dirk. If you hadn't walked by, it would have been someone else.
He continued pounding. Nuzzling my neck, his chest smashed to my chest.
Dreaded that knowing the truth could lead to finding out he'd want more from me than I was willing to give. Able to give.
Salty from precum already. Gently, I hefted his balls and fondled them between my fingers and thumb.