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She grabbed his hand and pulled her in close. She knew it would be okay in that moment; that despite everything keeping them apart, he was with her. A piece of her. She’d bitten off more than she could chew. He was more male than she had known a man could be. Virile. Protective. Man. She let him surround her body with his. She inhaled deeply, letting him guide her slowly into his cock. She straddled him; rocking gently against his hips, feeling his legs tense beneath her thighs as she slowly rose and fell on his cock. Letting it glide in until it was buried, then lifting her body slowly until she could feel only the tip; barely inside her. Then she’d slam back down on him. 
Heroine needed love. 

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