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The weight of his body feels good, his skin hot and slick under my hands.

His right hand slides up my side, ruffling up my shirt, and I groan, wiggling underneath him. Creed’s voice pops into my head: “Don’t wiggle like that; you’ll give me a hard-on.”

If I keep doing that, then Zack …

I adjust myse...

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