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...the final thrust sends it splattering across his chest, warm ropes dripping onto the couch where he’d been sitting too close to notice before. Thighs locked around him, blonde hair tangled in sweat—she pretends not to see him watching from the doorway but keeps grinding until every last drop is inside her. The way she bites her lip after? Like this was always supposed to happen.