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I crawled towards him on all fours and sat up on my knees. I grabbed the armrests on his wheelchair and tugged him closer, even though he could have rolled himself closer if he wanted to. I stood over him, moving my body like a graceful belly dancer, and leaned my face down towards his.  "That's not fair," he bemoaned, smirking roguishly.  "I know," I teased. "I'm just using what I can to my advantage."  He frowned. "You bad girl,"  I giggled. "I'm not always bad," I smiled and hovered my lips over his, breathing my hot breath on his mouth, then pulled away.  His expression slackened and he grabbed my ponytail, tugging my head closer to his. Our mouths met and he kissed me roughly, biting on my lower lip. I moaned without volition inside his mouth and he chuckled, a low rumble that set my spine on edge. If he could feel the e-stim treatments that he used on his injured spine, it would probably feel a lot like that.  He relea