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I started to nod, and he squeezed my breast tightly.
Chris would be back.
One run-in had been enough. The morning was just a constant repetition of trying to be a better salesperson than Chris.
At a tug on my hair, I looked up through bleary eyes to see Chris panting heavily. His other hand stroked my chin.
Grateful. But his thumb lightly tapped several times just above my clit, eliciting a string of sharp cries from my lungs as my inner muscles clenched and released.
It was interesting to watch his face, although he usually started with my back to him so I only got to see him half of the time.