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Something I heard? I haven’t heard much of anything.
Just the wet sounds of my pussy, my own breathing, Kevin’s zipper … (ZIP!!!) Kevin’s zipper. A tidal wave of adrenaline swamped me, sending a chill down my spine and making my heart race.
His zipper! I heard it when he undressed right after blindfolding me, and now I heard it again, just a minute ago.
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