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More inI can't control my hands because you're driving me out of my mindway.

"Fuck, Em."

His cock pulses.

I wait until he spills every drop, then I swallow hard.

He blinks his eyes open and stares down at me with that same hazy expression.

Like I'm some angel sent to save him.

I'm not.

I can barely save myself.

But it still feels good believing it.

Believing that there aren't any ugly complications on the horizon.