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The gangster knew she'd reached it as her body tensed beneath him, and her muffled, yet audible moan vibrated through his bones. He kept his pace, seeing her through it. He was close himself, he could feel it in the clench of his muscles, and he groaned into her scruff, tightening his grip as she began to rock her hips back against his after a bit. Now, his pace did quicken, his breath becoming heavy pants the closer he was brought by their combined efforts. He released with a shudder and a tug of her scruff, a low noise that was part moan and part growl spilling around her flesh from betwixt his jaws. He released her scruff shortly after and relieved her of his weight as he slid off of her back though the tangle of their still connected bodies made his movements — and likely her's — limited.

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