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Niño’d fucking had it.
He wanted her.
She wanted him too (far as his one-track, man-brain could tell). She was working herself up against him.

He was ready to expel this pressure.
He looks down into her coy little face, feels the sultry rise of her hips…
And brings his forehead down to slam into her's.

Light’s out.