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He inhaled near her ear, deeply, so that the smell penetrated her lungs. With pressure, he stroked her butt and began to pull off her thin trousers. Fingers touched the skin, the thin lace of linen, and the fog in my head grew thicker. She twitched when I exposed her buttocks, but this resistance…

– You like it, don’t you? touched her between her legs. She was tense, angrily silent. – I like it, – he chuckled softly at her cheekbone, biting it.

She exhaled, her stomach tightening more. Thin, flexible body… I remembered her small rounded breasts with dark protruding nipples, her fingers touching my face…

– Your husband is an idiot, – I said. He pressed against the flesh, pushing the folds apart. She sobbed, exhaled, grabbed my wrist.

– Shhh… – he hissed and, freeing his hand, pulled down the fly of his jeans, but as soon as he did so, the phone vibrated in his back pocket.

– Damn, – he said through gritted teeth. Flashing its headlights, a car drove by, followed by another.

– Stop, you, – Marika whispered, twisting away.