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His hand reached down and began to play with my clit, I stiffened and slammed back against him, hard. xxx18 Jarred turned back to me and whispered “I’m sorry about that.” And then he leaned forward, putting one hand behind my dark hair and another by my waist, pressing his lips against mine. I moaned, and his grip on me relaxed. Work continued. Jarred and I moved onto the sand, him leaning over me, his hands lightly holding down my wrists above my head. I remember lying next to him, like a fish out of water, trying how to remember how to breathe. And waited. During this time Jarred was tearing the cloth shirt off of his head, revealing his bare chest outlined in moonlight. I held tightly onto this futile belief, and soon my




















