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They detoured to their rooms first. “Too shiny–go darker,” she said, shifting her weight, her narrow shoulders stiff. “Son of a bitch,” she growled, her cock twitching, desperate, her wiry frame shuddering on the brink.

“Hold it,” he said, firm and cold, stepping to the closet.