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Nails dragged down her back forcing her body upward. Rough skin chaffed the delicate skin of her throat as it squeezed the breath from her. She would have gasped had she been able to breathe. Instead it caught in her throat a stifled moan. Her eyes tried to focus on the pulsing vein crawling up the man’s arm. A veil of fog covered her eyes, blurring everything else together. The pigment of the man’s skin was inked. She couldn’t tell if he was snow white or espresso brown. All she knew for certain was the raging pulse of her heart matched the pulsing against her fupa.
Her aching continued. She could feel the wetness gathering between her legs. The pressure released and the world swam back into focus, the room and all of its contents swaying in motion, a large figure defined against it. His hand trailed down between her breasts, grazing over the softness of her, tracing all the places her thong should have been. She hadn’t worn one out tonight. Not that the stranger had to know it wasn’t usual for her to wear panties, let him think Jillian had been waiting just for him.