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"Oh, Laora," he groaned, pulling out of her and using his hand and hers to stroke him faster, until she felt the hot beads of his come splash onto her bare ass and down the curve of her ass, turning her head back to see his face and his juice on her body. She shook her hips playfully at him, receiving a few extra drops from the tank.
Richard grabbed a towel from a nearby cabinet, laughing and wiping off the creamy evidence from her back and himself. Clean, Laora turned her body around, standing up on the deck, clutching onto Richard with wobbly knees. They both laughed, and she closed her mouth over his again.
"Thank you," she murmured into his lips. "You have no idea how badly I needed that."
"Just as much as I did," he responded, kissing her deeply. "But don't thank me now. We have a whole week ahead of us, remember? Come to think of it... I can help you with your stretches."
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