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"I’m not giving it back," she says as I come back to bed with two of those plush, white hotel towels.
"You can sleep in it, sexy. I’d actually like that. A lot."
"No. I mean ever. I’m never giving this back. In case I never see you again, at least I’ll have this shirt."
"Seems like a fair trade." My hand’s between her legs. I want her again, already. She can barely respond past the kiss.
"Because I’m not giving you back either."
She’s alarmed, but responsive. Laying back and opening up to my advances. "He’s my husband. I have to go back."
She groans as my big black cock enters her and begin the thrusts — slower and less impulsive than our first two times tonight. "Not completely you won’t."