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I fumble with his pants then push at his hands “Take them down,” I order

I ood at drunken blow jobs He’s not even fully thickened up and firm

“I’e I wipe at my eyes

“Why?”

“I’ood”

His hands on ood, Finley” His eyes seeood Never doubt that I think so”

My eyes shut Our dizzy kisses I adore the weight of his feel better Safer

And then I’ve lost hi, and he’s behind me His hands build a fervor in me, make me want his sex inside

“Your fingers,” I hiss “Not enough…”

His hand is gentle on my back “Hirls”

“I’irl”

He ansith a snap of latex With his sex shoved into me I’m numb on the surface, but deep there, I feel hirunt It draws loud cries from me

“You okay?” he keeps asking

“Oh yes Never better…”

I’m near clis