He groaned when her hand clasped the hard
ridge of his trousers. Inside, his organ strained against the fabric and ached
for release.
“I need to see you too,” she said.
“Pearl,” he warned.
“I bet you have a naughty word for it too.
Tell me.”
“It’s called a cock,” he replied.
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