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I slide the elastic fro her shoulders before sliding ers through her silky dark locks

Her lips part as she gazes at e of dark lashes

Holding her in my arms, in my home—in our place, fills ia and unadulterated rage

Her father took her fro at ain He doesn’t know she’s ain—truly and unconditionally loved—for everything she is and not everything she could be

Real or pretend, it doesn’t ht she’s mine

I lowerthe sweetness of her berry Chapstick and the softness of her fleshy tongue as it ainstthe he it over her head and toss it aside Blaireit with a flick of her finger before tugging downshaft Her palentle

She runs her tongue along the underside of the tip—a move that used to drive me wild …

… and apparently still does

My cock throbs harder in her pal with every stroke of her hand and every suck of her sweet mouth

She ss ain, the perfect coin to tighten, I tap out I’ve got the woht, and I’ll be dain

“Your turn,” I say

Blaire rises, eyes holding ers work the button fly of her cut-off jeans She shoves the her fingertips along her collarbone, she slips the them fall down her shoulders like an open invitation Her full, pert breasts spill out of the cups

“You have no idea howthe sainstit fall to the floor

I’ve yet to have this woain

Focusing on thisout ofher to the bed I spread her thighs and positionmy way lower, until I land at her panty-covered mound