His fingers cherished the hilt of his sword and his eyes were on his friend and superior, ready at his back to do whatever was needed. "Stir a foot, at your peril. \" Michelle was becoming upset, and her voice took on a tone of sarcasm. She took the initiative and guided his fingers inside her and bore down. She would not forgive me.
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