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I came around Mark’s fingers, squeezing them, using them, my hips bucking as if trying to fuck them deeper and harder into me. He watched with undisguised enjoyment as I futilely tried to spear my cunt on his fingers, and then as I slowly, slowly went still, shivering and whimpering and limp.
Salt in the Wound (Lyonesse)
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