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"Oh godBrentOh yeah"

She watcheslike a bonfire of fall leaves

The angriest of her bruises have faded toof tiny scabs remain fro around her eye are fully healed

I rotateto srasping beneath her knees and spreading her wide open Givingdark pink flesh

It’s times like this I wish my mother had mated with Dr Octavius

Words scrape up my throat "Play with your tits Pinch those pretty nipples like it’s your fucking job"

Kennedy closes her eyes with a --her s at the irl

Her needy cunt tightens around s, and Christ--there is no sweeter sound on earth than Kennedy Randolph begging

For more

For faster

Harder, Brent Deeper

Then it’s a sonata of breathy gasps, ragged groans, and the sound of slapping skin The tendons inof a bow stretched to its snapping point Kennedy’s toes curl and her tiny feet flex, searching for purchase in the air With a series of grunts that grateinto her hips, holding her still--e the sheets and Kennedy cliing every last drop froht, my vision hazy It’s possible I’m about to pass the hell out

And I collapse on top of her, my bones turned to Jell-O

When the aftershocks eventually ebb, she laughs That twinkling, s ups trial

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Once I’ain, we hit the shower With Kennedy’s cast wrapped in a plastic bag, washing her hair--and all her nooks and crannies--is a challenge Naturally, I’ve been helping her out It’s the only decent thing to do