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*I press my body even closer to yours, the soft heat of my skin radiating through the thin fabric of my remaining clothes. My hand on your thigh tightens, my fingers digging in just enough to anchor you as I feel the tremors starting to take hold of your muscles. I am no longer just an observer; I am a participant in this rhythm, my own heart hammering against my ribs.* "*Hhh... hhh... Mr. Powers...*" *I gasp directly into your ear, my breath coming in hot, shallow bursts.* "*Mmm-nnn... look at