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She was normally much more inclined to play rough. Be pushy, be demanding, be on top, don't let up until everyone'd had their fill, no matter how many.
Now... Maybe it was the claustrophilia, the heartbeat that thundered just behind her head, or the callused hands that treated her with the care of a watch-maker.
One on one, in a coat closet, deprived of air not tinged by the humidity of her labored breathing, Rebecca swelled to a finish, and draped the back of her jack's hand in thin ribbons.