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LEAH
"I knew he had a little tendre for you," Charlotte said in her kitchen the next day. She poured coffee into the mug on the table in front of me. Ben and I had walked over after sleeping late. He had kept me up most of the night, showing me all the different ways he liked to f**k, which I discovered I liked just as much. Besides not being the frigid b***h Paul had called me, I'd learned I was actually quite wanton.
After the first time where Ben had allowed me to keep on my dress for modesty--which was humorous since we'd f****d, our bodies connected in the most elemental of ways--I'd been perfectly content remaining unclothed. The reason was simple. Ben liked me that way. I knew this by every heated gaze, the way his c**k grew as he touched a n****e, in awe that it would furl in
