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My limp c**k pressed into the soft sink of her butt cheeks.
Victoria froze, her breath hitching. Her movements were slower now, stiffer, as she flipped the pancake in the pan.
I didn’t care about the heat from the pan that filtered into my skin, nor the faint scent of vanilla that wafted into my nostrils.
All I cared about was how ass made my groin area hum with tension.
Oh, I wanted her to shoot her ass back. That would be all it would take for me to f**k her right here.
“Aren’t you done hugging me?” She asked, a tremor running through her voice.
I pulled away. “Sorry,” I said, “you smell nice. And it reminds me of when I always hugged my mother while she was making pancakes.”
“Aww,” Victoria said, her brows lowering. “Come let's hug you. Just a little longer.”
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