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“I’ll do the moving,” Lucia replied, and turned Mindy over. Then pulled her up to her hands and knees, a pose Mindy could just barely hold. A hand crashed down on Mindy’s ass, the overwarm feeling of the bloom it raised clashing with the cold palm-print at the center of it. “Yeah. Hell yeah. Hell fucking yeah, Minz, if you could see yourself like this, maybe you’d know how bad I need to fuck you…” Mindy looked back. “You’re not going to… are you gonna fuck my ass?” Lucia’s lips curled. “What? God, no, Mindy—what’s the point of being a lesbian if you have to take it up the ass? No, I’m going for the babymaker, same as ever.” Her voice dropped to that register that seemed to vibrate everything between Mindy’s legs. “Now that I’ve broken you in, I want to see how hard I can make you come.” But she couldn’t hold it. Her voice went back the way it was, slipping into Mindy’s ear like it was blown by the wind. “God, Minz—close your eyes. Look through me.” Mindy closed her eyes and felt Lucia reaching for her and was part of her again, looking down at herself in some ridiculous position. She saw through Lucia’s eyes as she reached out and ran her nails over Mindy’s back, digging them in to rise pale lines of trauma. “Look at you. How could I not want you?” She brushed Mindy’s hair aside so Mindy could see her own face. Was she smiling? Lucia’s voice shook with sudden seriousness. “If you’re going to ask me to stop, you’d better ask now.” “Will you be able to later?” Mindy asked, watching her lips form the words. Feeling Lucia hanging on those lips like they were sparkling or something. “I don’t know. I don’t want to…” “I trust you. Do it. I trust you.”

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