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…like sneaky teenagers, when he stopped one evening to check on me, bearing salads and fresh fruits, we kissed till he persuaded me to spread my legs and he finger fucked me in the parking lot.

It was hot!

“I’ve missed you,” he muttered after I came on his fingers, messing his passenger seat with vaginal fluid.

Sighing, I promised him a treat on Halloween night once I’m done with classes.

I clench my thighs, recollecting the burning desire in his eyes when I teased him by brushing his penis before strutting away.

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Camaa Pearl writes sizzling, slow-burn romance for readers who crave rich plots and unapologetic steam. An international bestselling author, her stories blend emotional realism with intimate tension, often exploring desire, identity, and connection. When she’s not writing, she’s traveling, indulging in great food, or deep-diving into behavioral research. Find her on social media @camaa_pearl.
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