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That and possibly failing Reagan.

With the cum in my palm, I take it a level further.

Fuck it, why not.

Hunching naked before her, I dip my thumb in the sticky substance and brush it over her bottom lip.

My cock pulsates with another wave of lust. It wants to go again but once is enough.

It’s all I can live with.

“I look so pretty on you, sweetheart,” I mutter. “The vivid images of you on my side of the coin are more than I can obviously bear. And it was perfect. Another thing I’ve taken from you. Just like you tried to do to me. I managed to fuck you without touching you.”

I stand, prying myself away from the temptation asking me to give in.

“And we’re not done yet.”

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