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And in truth, why not? He’d saved my life! And he was beautiful too; much more handsome than any of the suys who I’d let kiss me like this, only not until after they’d taken me out and dated me of course

Morgan!

The voice screaht back This man was my hero My sexy savior He’d pulledwith his hands until he practically had frostbite, just to shelter us from the wind and the cold

My inhibitions lowered, and ers found their way up his shirt, dancing across the rippled surface of his washboard abs His body was aest and leanest I’d ever seen… much less touched like this

I moaned into his mouth as we kissed some more Every breath I took was his It was like ere devouring each other, face to face Melding together Churning and writhing in our secure little shelter, unable to get enough

“Oh!”

I gasped as he flipped me over Suddenly I was onpressed down into the snow My hero was on top of ency, on my lips… my neck…

On my shoulder…

Morgan, stop!

I didn’t want to stop It was the one ti else but continuing! Everything withpragmatic, to a fault

But not here Not now

A hand worked its way up my shirt I welcomed that too While down below…

Down below, he was pushing ainst s…

Oh my God

I could feel hi pressure, all swollen and excited and hard He was crushing againsttoo A slow thrust of his hips, jabbing forward and into