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The room fills with the squeak of Jenna's sneakers and my ragged breaths. She steps on my neck, my chest, my stomach, each stomp sending jolts of pleasure-pain through me. My face is buried in her sneakers, inhaling the scent of sweat and rubber. Jenna's voice is a low, commanding growl, "Take it, you little bitch." My body responds, my cock throbbing with need, eager for her next step.