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Harry buried his face in her neck.

Louis pinched her clit and quickly covered her mouth with his own. She wrapped her legs around Harry's hips and crossed her ankles to anchor him to her. The friction of Louis' scruff against her mouth was erotic. Jillian screamed through her pleasure, Louis devouring her noises.

"Lift your hips," Harry's voice was urgent. "Just like that, yeah."

Angling her hips higher shifted Harry's point of impact, effectively drawing Jill's orgasm out until she was climbing to a second peak.

"Louis, hand. Move your hand." His last vestiges of control were fading away. All he could focus on was holding the woman beneath him as tightly as he could as he relentlessly pumped into her willing body.

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