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Regina slid down, pulling Philip up on top of her as she fiddled with the button on his pants. Flustered, she flipped him over. It was her turn to reciprocate. And, for once in her life, she was happy to do so. So, she followed suit, sucking on the nape of his neck. And, as she pulled away, she snickered at a newly formed hickey. She traced it with her fingers and slowly moved down to his stomach, leaving a trail of light kisses as she unbuttoned his jeans. Her cheeks flushed more as she unzipped his pants and slowly helped him pull them off, her finger tracing his thighs. “How’s this for a start?” she breathed, her voice gravelly and devious.