The hiss of intake, the whoosh of release. A flurry of shallow breaths. Push up. Pull back. It’s that fluid staccato rhythm you notice. Keller pumps iron just like he pumps you. A slow tease to start, the burn and stretch of muscle, a promise yet to come. Then smooth glides and short jabs, a dance distinctly his
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Um, yeah. Exactly what I was thinking.
Damn. I'm all breathless and shit, now, Mav. Fabulous.
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