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Stanton felt incapable of moving, all the while knowing he was heavy as f**k on top of Sammi’s back.
“Give me a second,” he implored.
Beneath him, face buried in the cushion, he felt her nod. s**t, she couldn’t breathe. He withdrew and simply let gravity do its thing, sliding him down to his knees behind her delectable a*s propped up in the air. She rolled over to her side and inhaled deeply. Yeah, he’d been suffocating her. Stanton had to hand it to her. She was incredible. He spotted handprints on her skin, his handprints, and couldn’t help but smooth them over one last time before stumbling to his feet. Grasping the couch, he stood up and disposed of the c****m.
Returning, he found her in the same position. He drew her up to sit on the arm of the couch and helped her onto her wob
