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I liked sleeping in Enzo’s shirt a lot more than my tank top and linen shorts, but I can’t admit that to him. We made out in the hot tub like a couple of teenagers before we came in to get ready for bed. Now we’re tangled together under the duvet, still making out like a couple of teenagers.
He’s pushed his hand up the leg of my shorts so he can grab my ass, and f**k, does it feel good. His hands are so big and squeeze with just the right amount of pressure. His d**k is pressed against my p***y and it’s so damn hard. From what I can feel through his shorts, he's big, and I’m so curious, but if I do anything to find out, we’ll end up doing something that I’m not ready for.
“We should slow down,” I say breathlessly, though I hope he tells me no.
He doesn’t tell me no, though
