Kim’s brain was slowly but surely beginning to fog, and without meaning to, she hit “hang up” on her call with Wade. Maybe if she’d been in a clearer state, she would have been able to call him back again, but instead, her memory of what she was doing was slowly fading away as her body continued to sex itself up.
“Like, what am I doing here?” Kim tilted her head, finger drifting up to fiddle with her bottom lip as she tried to remember what she’s doing.
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