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August starts to fucklow inthat I’m stretched to capacity
He pounds harder intoto accofrom deep inside his chest with every stroke
August presses his cheek tothis pussy”
Sha over his crass words I think they were meant to both compliment and belittle me at the sa, but it was a pointed re more than a vessel to him
Apparently, that doesn’tTo le, plaintive word slips free “More”
August growls viciously, haainst the wall of the room next door that houses the man oken up earlier For the life of me, I can’t even find it in me to care
Hell, part of etting my brains fucked out
August repeatedly sla sounds of skin on skin loud as his every stroke edges asm
But then, he slows His arhtly, and he lifts his head so he can peer down He fucks ainstthe process
“Just like last tiether,” he says, but there’s a disconnect between his words and his tone It’s flat, not sentimental at all Despite the lack of emotion, his next statement both thrills and terrifies hton”
“How so?” I whisper, only to ain
He grins, but not in a friendly way It proclai to be a different woman, too
“I think I’ll show you,” he muses