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[She draws away from him, his hand still on her breast sliding down to grip her hip instead, the other refusing to give up its position on that slick little nub as she starts to drive herself down on him. He hears that groan and there's a flicker of red that lights up near his eyes, something most looking over might miss or take for an odd reflection.]

You make it too tempting not to just up and bend you over the table.