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Chris flung his head back. "Fuck. Oh, God. Yes.
" Down in the valley between my breasts went his fingers, tracing the V-shape he'd created in the way he'd bound me. My pussy spasmed, and I whined softly. He continued down to the bottom horizontal ropes and repeated what he had done above.
" "Case in point, Thanksgiving," I said once I could talk again. It was a struggle to keep from shouting. "Jolie knows very well it's my favorite holiday. That this year, the traditions woven into my memory since childhood had already begun to unravel because my parents became snowbirds.