“Ooooh! Dashiell!” she croons. “Dashiell, Dashiell, Dashiell. You’ve practiced that, you little slut. Oh, Dashiell!” She throws her head back, rubbing her hands over her chest, moaning indecently. “Fill me up, Your Lordship. Make me come all over that beautiful English cock!” Blood rushes to my face. I’m suddenly very, very hot. There must be steam coming off my cheeks. I grab Mara’s hands, trying to pin them to her sides, to stop her from molesting herself as she acts out me getting plowed by Dash, but she’s covered in some sort of glittery moisturizer that reeks of coconut and she keeps
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