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Kylie whined, raking her nails along his back.
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"Kylie.." He breathed against her skin, muscles tensing at her touch.
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She whined again when he stopped, digging her nails into his skin in protest.
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"Ow," He muttered with a chuckle, kissing her neck again.
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She whined, "Sorry.." she managed to get out sheepishly.
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"It's okay," He mused, trailing back to the spot from earlier.
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"Max... please..." she whined.
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He pulled away for a moment, looking down at her with a slight smile. "Wait you mean it?" Max asked, somewhat giddy.
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"Of course I mean it," she murmured. "Who did that to you? Got you all worked up and played it off as nothing?"
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"One of my exes, kinda thought that was normal though." He said casually
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