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And then he was sliding against the wall. His knees buckled completely. His ass touched the soft carpet. Defeat coursed through him, and it felt..."See, all I have to do is think about it and I get excited," Kelly said, cupping her tits and gently rolling her nipples briefly between her fingers. "So you think men would pay to fuck me?" she asked, dropping her hands.The following erotic story is inspired by the work of Thais Duthie, whose work you can read in Spanish here. Our first adaptation of her stories involves themes of voyeurism, masturbation and lesbians, as it centers on a woman struggling with the overwhelming heat of the bookstore that she works in, when she spots two women on a balcony outside who will only make the temperature rise further"Suck it!" I begged as I felt my orgasm building within me.