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forward into my hand, making me go deeper and harder.
    “Kiss me, Vice,” she whispered breathless, looking me in the eyes.
    I quickly stood up, grabbing the back of her head with my left hand as my right finger kept on her g-spot. I devoured her mouth with mine. I was so hungry for the taste of Harlow Jean, I couldn’t control myself. She moaned in my mouth before gripping my bottom lip with her teeth, her swollen walls becoming even tighter.
    She let go of my hair and pulled away from my lips, leaning back onto her hands. She kicked her flip flops off, placing her feet onto to the table and raising her hips. I pumped my finger fast and hard.
    “Make me cum,” she cried out in a plea.
    I did exactly as she asked. I turned my hand to where my palm was facing her. I reached in deeper with my finger and rubbed her swollen sweet spot fervidly with my fingertip. She squirmed, and I could feel her body begin to quiver. I knew exactly what to do, to send her off the edge.
    “Oh God, Vice,” she seethed through her teeth.
    I pumped a few times then went back to her g-spot. I felt her tighten even more as she cried out. Her legs began to shake and a wave of heat coursed over my finger and onto my palm. I looked away from her beautiful face and at my hand, she came. Oh my God… did she cum. That was so incredibly sexy. I would give anything to feel that moist heat on my dick. I felt like an animal, wanting to rip her clothes off and claim her as mine.
    “Oh wow, Vice,” she collapsed onto the table, panting. “What the hell was that?”
    “That, Miss. Harlow Jean, was a tiny piece of Vice Jackson,” I smirked.
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    I went into the bathroom to clean up the best I could. When Harlow had cum down my finger and onto my palm, I had literally cum undone. I could tell that there were going to be a lot of firsts when it came to her. Well, I was hoping.
    I walked out of the bathroom and seen Harlow standing, leaning against the table fidgeting with a paper towel.
    “I’m sorry,” she said putting her flip flops on and tossing the paper towel she used to clean herself up with into the trash can.
    “Why are you sorry?” I walked to her, reaching out and wrapping my hand around her waist, pulling her close to me.
    “Just… it was your hand on me, on my thigh, the buzzing, and… and” she was stuttering, not making eye contact. “it was just… you, and,” she shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m just sorry,”
    I placed my finger under her chin making her look up at me. “Harlow, you have nothing to be sorry for,” leaning in, I kissed her softly on the lips reassuring her that I am okay with what just happened, and that it actually meant something to me. She was different than all the other females I had been in contact with, she was special. That I have known for four years. I want to kiss her, I want her to know where I live, I want her to come see me whenever she felt like it. I want Harlow Jean, period.
    “Yeah?” she was blushing.
    I whispered, “Yes,” against her lips, kissing her again. This time harder, tracing her lips with my tongue. She opened her mouth and I could still taste her bubble gum. I pulled away.
    “Spend the day with me,” I placed my forehead on hers. “In the four years we have gotten to know each other, we have never hung out,”
    “I would like that, truthfully,” she smiled.
    “Good, let me just finish cleaning up,” I quickly started to clean my station, I had never been so excited in my whole damn life.
    “Okay,” she sat back on the table and watched me intently. I could feel her blue eyes on me, watching every move I made. It made me smile, and made my stomach in knots. Harlow made me nervous, in a good way. I had never felt this way before, about anyone. I finished cleaning my station and we headed toward the door of the shop. She grabbed my hand.
    “Do you know who you remind me of?” she laughed.
    I stopped to look at her. “Who?” Please, for the love of God. Do not say