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Rachel’s legs slaers between them

“Stop it,” she growls

I flexa squeeze “You like me all up in your space”

“No, I don’t,” she insists She then actually sniffs prissily atto happen”

“Oh, now, Hart,” Idespite the fact she’s clath “I’ about that”

Rachel slams a hand around my wrist in a pitiful atterieved kitten, “We are in a fucking doctor’s office for God’s sake, Bodie”

I step around the end of the table Bringing s apart I step in between the in, I brusha little bit late We have time to fool around”

“I a around with you in a doctor’s office,” she says haughtily, bringing her hands to press into my chest

Ito push ers into my shirt as if she wants to hold me close

Now that was a mistake, Rachel

I lean into her hard, pushing her torso all the way back into the incline of the table, which has her sitting at about a forty-five degree angle My tongue slips inside her ives a tiny huff of frustration, but then she’s kissing me back

My sainst her mouth is triumph Because she is so responsive, I bet I could ets in here My hands go to her ass I pull her to the edge of the table, to where her bare pussy is pressed up against my denim-covered erection I bet she’s wet I bet she’ll leave a wet spot

Rachelme in closer

I know da her before the doctor comes in, but I bet I could eat her pussy hard and fast with my hand over her mouth to muffle her screams of pleasure