Chapter Fifty-Two: A Different Kind of Hunger

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“f**k. Really? Damnit.” Cory finally whispered. “I...I didn’t prepare for this. I don’t think I have any condoms.” He ran both hands back through his wavy hair, making it stick up in the back. For a man who had been so confidently kissing her just a few minutes earlier, he sure looked nervous now. “I have some in my purse.” Savannah said, giggling a little at the way his face was burning. His cheeks were even redder than her hair. Savannah reached for her purse and withdrew the little box of condoms that she’d tucked in there earlier that day. She might be naive and inexperienced, but she wasn’t irresponsible. She’d even bought a small tube of lube, just in case - though she didn’t really think she was going to need it. Her panties were already sticking to her, and they’d only spent a f

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