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My eyes practically cross. He smells incredible. It’s that un-pin-downable scent of men’s deodorant—sharp, spicy, bold, fresh, and clean, all at the same time. The scent is probably called Avalanche or Hurricane or something powerful and unstoppable. I want to put my face in his shirt and huff. I’d probably pass out.
Lol
The hazy, drugged look in her eyes lit my blood on fire. Every cell in my body wanted to throw her over my shoulder and carry her home before I fucked her into the mattress.
Oh my god??!!
Fuck. I’m so hard right now. “Jesus,” she mutters as my cock pulses into her. “Stop moving,” I grit out. She gives me a look. “Stop stabbing me with that skyscraper.”
Being fucked by Jamie Streicher is a religious experience.
