"Kenji—"
His name escaped my lips like a prayer, a curse, a plea for release. The pace of my fingers grew frantic, matching the quickening pace of my breathing and desperate to catch my high. The sound of my cries and whimpers filled the room, even with my efforts to quiet them down with my pillow. The bedsprings groaned beneath me, amplifying the sounds of my own pleasure.
Harder. Faster.
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