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The slap to his bare ass cracked above the heavy breathing in the room. Without lifting his head to see Louis, Harry knew his friend would have a shit-eating on his face. It was a fleeting thought, however.

By the time the hot sting of pleasure registered, Harry's balls were hugging tight to the base of his shaft and he released into the condom. His final strokes were sloppy as his lungs hauled in oxygen.

"Holy shit, woman," he rolled off, keeping an arm and a leg tangled with Jillian's.

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