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“Yanking wildly, he freed them both of clothing and scorched her knees with his hot hands and drew them apart. With his lips on her throat and his hands on her breasts, he entered her. "Wait," she said even as she wrapped her arms around him. "I'm not on birth control," she informed him. "Good, I want my child inside of you." He bit her shoulder, then pumped hard into her to enjoy her slick heat.”

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