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“Oh, fuck, Doctor…”
Palms cupping his cheeks, two sets of lips touched in a delicate fit of wanting. She panted upon him, moaning as he drove passionately into her from below; one hand fisting, tangling in her hair. “Oh, Peri…” she heard, then as an echo.
His twin kneeled behind her, gripping the tiny waist that had been shaded by the rainbows his double had somehow convinced her to wear. He dove kindly into what was once forbidden, relishing in the beat.
“And why wasn’t I invited to this party?”
Repetitions stopped, heads swiveled.
There goes my mouth, she smiled.