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And do it before Pete catches us and punches your head in.”
Without further prompting she rotated, belly pressed to his thighs, arse raised slightly, palms flat on the sofa one side, toes the other. Natalie’s body tensed in anticipation, breath held tight, a pulse racing to a cock that rubbed hard against the canvas-like material of the jogging bottoms. After one final sleepless night, the grim acceptance of his fate coupled with a feisty determination to make the most of this, his final day on earth, deferred a strange mellowness on Joel as he awoke. The door opposite opened and Natalie jumped up like a shot, cheeks inflated. Suddenly the shower flow ceased and she looked up pleadingly, doe-eyes appealing for clemency.
